A million hearts, you're the only one.

A million hearts, you're the only one. by pinklipstiiick featuring diesel shoes

I forced a serious face, watching as Gabe wrinkled his nose and read the clue again. I'd spent the whole morning and afternoon making clues and hiding them around the loft, the prize Gabe would hopefully find in the end was his suitcase which was packed for our trip in a few days. We hadn't told him yet since we knew once he'd find out, he'd be too excited to sleep. A sigh escaped him and Ben scooped him up into his arms, "Do you need help little man?"

He gave his dad a frustrated nod and extended his tiny arm in his direction so Ben could read the clue. 

"Alright, let's see," Ben grabbed the card and silence fell over us. 

I grinned as I watched them look at the card with the same adorable expression on their handsome faces. Sometimes I felt my heart swell over how much they looked alike; how Gabe's eyes were the same color as his dads, his smile just as perfect, and his features were identical to the Ben I had grown up with. At this rate, he was going to be a heart breaker when he grew up. He was going to be a gorgeous man one day and if I was lucky, he'd take after his father and be an amazing one also. "Oh come on, it's not that hard," I walked over to them and leaned my body against Ben's, making a silly face at Gabe since he looked on the verge of throwing a fit. He was a smart kid but he knew how to get his way always. Both of my boys looked at me and I caved, "The clue is the backyard."

Ben raised an eyebrow before breaking into a grin, "I never would have guessed."

"Obviously," I grinned back and pulled away as he set Gabe back on his feet and watched him dart into the backyard. 

The french doors slammed against the wall in the distance and then I knew how far Gabe had come because his voice drifted through the air, "There's a pool papa!!"

"A pool?" Ben's eyebrows shot up again and we started walking towards the backyard. My place wasn't big by any means and my backyard was even worse. I grew up in a mansion, a pool and a hot tub at my disposable. As much as I'd like the same for my son? The idea of just us two in a place any bigger than what I currently had, plus knowing I only had him every other week, it didn't sound too realistic. I'd hate being alone in a big house when he'd be at his dads. 

"It's one of those little pools, only a few inches deep. The last clue is in there and it'll lead him to his bedroom where his suitcase is," I explained. 

"You planned everything, uh?" He slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans, making me think back to the last time I had been at his house and fell asleep in his arms. It was all I'd been able to think about over the past week and I felt like I was falling back into the same old Ben trap. I tore my gaze from my ex to focus on our son instead, he was already kicking his shoes off with his eyes on the pool and his grin so wide I half expected him to start squealing in excitement. "He's loving it," He added when I didn't say anything, my mind crowded with too many thoughts and all of them about Ben. 

I glanced at him briefly before looking back at Gabe who was now in the pool, his shorts almost skimming the water. "It took me so long, but it was worthy," I said with a smile on my face, wishing I could live in this moment forever since it seemed perfect. We felt like a real family and that was all I ever wanted to have. 

"I found it!" Our boy exclaimed and held a small box into his hands, his eyebrows furrowed as he opened it to find another card. "Even little fishes need to sleep," He paused, taking a break from reading already since it was still hard for him. For being 5 only though? He was already so good and I couldn't be any more proud than I already was. "But not in a pool!" He added, his face lost in a thought. 

"So? Where's your next clue?" Ben asked, eyeing me as I smirked.

"I'm a little fish," He reasoned and chuckled, always amused by the nickname he had given to himself since he had started swimming. He couldn't get any cuter. His eyes moved to his dad and then to mine. "But I sleep in my bed...to my bedroom!" He said a little too loud, already halfway back to the house when Ben caught him. 

"Not so fast, we need to dry those tiny feet," He grinned at the pout on his lips, keeping his back against his chest as I reached for a towel and made faces at our baby while taking care of his tiny feet. 

He broke into a fit of giggles, his smile so big and cute I could literally cry, "It tickles!" 

"Oh really?" I widened my eyes which only made him giggle louder, his tiny body wriggling in his dad's hold. 

"Stop! Stop!" He begged and when I did, he took a deep breath as he reached for my neck, making it obvious that he had no intention to walk to his room. 

"Are you ready for the last clue?" I smirked as I held him in my arms, leading the way to his bedroom with Ben following behind us.

"Yes," He nodded his head as a serious look crossed his face, "But can we do it again maman? It's fun!" 

Ben broke into a laugh and poked his nose, "We're not even done yet!"

"I never want it to end!" He exclaimed with his face lit up, always loving whenever we spoiled him with attention and spent time together as a family. I understood that we couldn't be like this always, but the dream had never gone away. Gabe's happiness meant everything to me and this was what made him truly happy. 

I kissed his forehead and stopped in front of his door, pulling my head back and frowning, "Should we not go in then? We can stay in the hallways forever instead."

His eyes widened and then he made a serious face, "What if I get sleepy?"

Ben laughed again, his laugh like music to my ears and making me smile again. Running a hand through Gabe's hair and messing it up, he made a serious face that nearly matched our sons, "I think you're tired instead. Maybe we should just go to bed."

"I don't want you to go!!" Gabe rushed out with another pout, this time looking like he might cry. As close as me and Ben had gotten lately, it scared me that Gabe might read into it the wrong way and think we're getting back together. He was a smart kid, nothing went past him going unnoticed. 

"I was joking," He pinched Gabe's nose gently and our boy was back to his normal happy self, grinning his handsome grin. 

"I want my prize maman," Gabe said seriously and tilted his head back to look at me. 

I turned the knob and walked into the room, his eyes darting to his bed immediately and widening as I set him back on his feet. "My suitcase!!" He said while springing it open and going through it despite the fact that everything was neatly packed. I let him look at his new clothes and appreciate his new swim shorts, there were even a few new toys inside that he'd had his eye on for a few weeks now. We tried not to spoil him, but every now and then we gave into temptation. 

"And toys!!"

"You've been busy," Ben said quietly, my body much too aware of his and how close he was standing to me.

I nodded my head before setting my chin on my shoulder and smiling at him, "I hope you brought your suitcase so I could help you go through it. You always over pack."

He reached for my cheek and brushed his thumb against my skin, dropping his hand down along his side a second later as he smiled back at me, "I did, but if there's someone who over pack? It's not me." 

My mouth dropped open in fake offense, my eyes widening a little and I was probably blushing exactly where he had just touched me. "It's not me either," I smirked. 

As if on cue, Gabe cut into our conversation and grabbed a sweater. "Where are we going? I'm confused," He frowned as his eyes moved back and forth between the heavy cloth and the light swimshorts laying on top of his suitcase. 

I gave Ben a guilty face before looking at our son, bending over him to watch him closely. "You should ask papa, it's been his idea," I whispered, but loud enough for them both to hear. 

"Papa?" He blinked, a small grin on his face which matched mine. 

"We're going..." He trailed off as he tried to keep a straight face, and taking his time since he loved teasing our little man. When his lips slowly curved into a pout, I elbowed Ben gently and he finally smirked, "We're going to Nice." 

"What's that?" He widened his eyes, looking both surprised and confused. 

"It's a place with a beautiful neverending beach," I explained softly, knowing that he'd love that. 

There was a silence, my ex and I waiting for our sons reaction. And a second later, he broke that silence with a loud shriek before starting to bounce around us like a crazy kid. "Are there fishes too? Can I see them? Will we swim all day?" He asked without even taking a breath, "When are we leaving? I want to leave now!" 

We both started laughing, staring at our excited son. "We'll take our plane tomorrow," Ben grinned, one hand messing with his hair and the other laying on my shoulder as his body gravitated closer to mine.

"And you know what that means," I lifted an eyebrow at Gabe who's face was serious again.

"Bath time and then bed?" He said with a pout while I nodded. "Can I play with my new toys in the tub?"

I grinned, "Only one. The rest need to be repacked since you made a mess on your bed."

"I'll go start his bath," Ben said into my ear and I felt actual shivers ripple through me, an effect he still had on me. 

I tossed my head over my shoulder as he moved behind me, his hand moving from my waist to my lower back. I tried to pretend not to notice, his actions always proving to have a constant effect on my body. "Thank you," I smiled at him and followed him with my eyes as he left.

Gabe was back on his bed and tossing a few things around, looking like he was on a mission. "This one!" He held up an Iron Man toy, jumping off the bed and holding it in the air as he raced out of the room, following the sound of running water.

I grinned and shook my head, ready for a vacation even if I knew I wouldn't get much relaxation in. Between Gabe always needing our attention and the way my mind couldn't shake the idea of sharing a bed with Ben? I was going to be on my toes the entire trip. I bit into my lip and felt my body heating up at the mere idea of Ben wearing nothing but boxers, pressing his hard body against mine, I almost dropped the shirt I was folding.

"Are you okay?" 

I placed the shirt back into the suitcase and eyed my ex, not sure when he had returned but when I glanced down at the suitcase, I realized I'd already refolded mostly everything. "I'm thinking about what a handful he's going to be," I said quietly and listened to water splashing in the distance. "But I'm excited. What about you?" I grinned and set the toys back inside then leaned over to zip up the suitcase, it somehow a tighter fit than before... and it was now missing Iron Man.  

He grinned back at me once I straightened my posture and set my hands on my hips, shooting him a silly look. "What about me?" He cocked his head to the side. 

"Are you okay?" I used his same words, somehow managing to mimic his expression and making him laugh. 

"I'm great," He gave me an amused look, his words genuine. We were both looking forward to this trip, it being the topic of most of our conversations. "The only thing I'm worried about is how he's going to sleep tonight after getting the big surprise." 

I frowned as I looked at him, showing him that we shared the same concern. "I'm afraid you'll have to cuddle him to sleep while I finish packing," I said seriously. 

He laughed again, loving how silly I was even if I actually meant that. "I will, but I might fall asleep with him if not before," He smirked at me, watching as I adjusted Gabe's bed. 

I turned in his direction again, "He'd love that." I let out a small sigh and for a moment there was silence in the whole loft which was something that didn't really happen unless our son was asleep. 

"We better check on him, when he's quiet I get nervous," I admitted. 

"Someone's turning into an anxious mom," He teased me as we walked side by side to the bathroom, our bodies so close that our arms brushed against each other's at every step. 

"Better safe than sorry," I wrinkled my nose before we stopped in the doorway. Gabe was still in the bathtub, his hands joined together as he moved them in the water, as if they were fins. He looked very focused on doing whatever he was doing, and he was blinking his eyes slowly, as if he was fighting the urge to close them. 

Ben leaned closer to me, his hand dropping on my hip as he whispered in my ear, "Five more minutes and he's going to fall asleep."

I tilted my head towards Ben and parted my lips, not speaking when I realized we were not more than an inch apart. My eyes flicked down to his lips and then I forced a smiled, "You towel off Gabe and I'll get Iron Man."

He nodded and for a moment I wondered if he'd caught me staring at his lips, wondered if his mind was where mine was because lately things seemed different between us... or normal if you compared them to how we used to be. I felt like I was getting my old friend back, but on the other hand? Sometimes the tension between us was unbearable. "Did you wash your hair little man?" He asked and moved his eyes from mine towards the tub.

Gabe looked startled for a minute and then regained his composure, "I did! But maman has to turn around so I can get out."
"What?!" My mouth fell open.

"I'm a man and I have man parts... it's inappropriate for you to see me naked," He said seriously while I shook my head. 

"Where'd you learn that one?" I grinned as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Dylan said he takes baths and gets out on his own," He replied, quoting his friend who was a little brat. 

"You're barely a man yet," Ben smirked at him and lifted him out of the bath, encasing him in a towel and squatting down to his level to dry him off. "You're closer to being a baby instead."
"No!!" Gabe protested but giggled as his dad tickled his sides through the blanket, making a game of drying him off. "That tickles!!"
"You know, I was the first person to see you naked Gabe," I said matter of factly.

His eyes widened as he lifted his head to look at Ben who was nodding, "It's true. Plus she's been wiping your butt for years."

His mouth dropped before he covered it with a hand and giggled, "Hey!! Not anymore because I'm a big boy!!" 

I laughed and grabbed the doll from the bathtub, drying it off and shaking my head. "Hurry up because it's bedtime for cuties," I said and left the bathroom, letting Ben dress Gabe while I made the bed and tucked the toy on top of the small suitcase. Only minutes had passed when I heard the quiet footsteps coming from down the hall. By then, I was standing in the middle of the room with my hands on my hips and my eyes moving around. I was forgetting something, I just knew it.

"Can I sleep with you?" Gabe said eventually. 

I turned in his direction and walked over to my boys, caressing Gabe's soft cheek gently, "I thought you were a man." I smirked at him as I used his words against him. 

"But men need maman and papa too sometimes," He pouted, his voice tiny and sweet which only meant that he was trying to get his way. Too bad we were used to that. Almost at least. 

"That's true, and that's why we're here," Ben explained quietly as he gave him a reassuring smile, sitting on the edge of his bed and laying him in the middle, "But you still have to sleep in your bed." 

He set his lips in a straight line, his eyes moving to me as if silently pleading for cuddles. "You'll dream of the beach, the sea, the sun..." I said in a sweet voice as I bent over him to cover his face with kisses. "Then you'll wake up and we'll make your dream come true." 

"Maman's right. The night will go so fast you won't even notice," Ben reassured Gabe even if my eyes were glued on me, the smile on his face making my heart beat faster. 

He looked at us and rolled over onto his side, reaching for his favorite stuffed animal, "Promise?" 

"Promise," I whispered as I kissed his forehead before lifting myself in a straighter position, "Sweet dreams baby." 

Ben did the same and got up, my eyes following the way he moved. "Night Gabey," He said quietly as he reached for my hand without another word, leading me toward the door and shooting our son one last smile before turning the light off.

"I was starting to get nervous that he wouldn't sleep," I said seriously, stopping in front of my bedroom door and wondering if Ben would be staying over or going back to his place. I knew he had his things with him, but that still meant nothing.

He grinned and dropped took our intertwined hands, bringing them up to his shoulder and letting go slowly as I let both of my arms hand of his shoulders. "Honestly? I was too," He admitted and pressed a soft kiss against my forehead as he wrapped his arms around my waist. 

I leaned my body into his and tried not to think about how natural this felt, how relaxing it was being in his arms even if it made my heart race like it did when we were younger. "Do you still need help packing?" I set my chin on his hard chest to peek up at him through my lashes. 

"I'm packed," He grinned wider. "But if you need help going through your things, I'm willing to waste the rest of my night helping you."

"Oh, do you have a hot date instead?" I smirked and wrinkled my nose, "Is Tristan going to come over and kiss you goodnight?"

"Sadly no," He said with a small laugh, his eyes flicking behind my body to look in my room before returning back to mine. "I have no plans and theres nothing else I'd rather do."

"Now that's a lie," I bit into my lip, able to think about a million others things I'd rather do then pack. My room had little piles all over the floor, stacks of clothes on my bed. I'd taken care of every last detail when it came to Gabe and work, but somehow hadn't gotten around to packing my own suitcase. "But I'd love for you to stay and keep me company." 

"As long as I won't have to do anything..." He grinned at me and held me tighter against him before forcing me to walk backwards until we were in my bedroom. 

"Won't you help me if I need you to?" I asked, a small pout appearing on my lips.

He chuckled, "I will only if you'll let me use your kitchen after you're done." 

"Are you hungry again?" I asked as I kept biting my lip, a nervous habit I'd picked up over the years. I wasn't nervous really, I'd never been nervous around my ex, it was more like.... I don't know, sexual frustration?

He nodded his head and got this look in his eye, the same one he used to make in the bedroom. He looked starving, but not for food. "I'm a big man, I have needs," He finally answered, his words sounding like a sexual innuendo if I'd ever heard one.

"I bet," I finally let my lip free, trying not to think about his head between my legs. My hands slid down his chest and stopped there before I pulled away slowly, my hands literally itching to get his jeans off. "The sooner we start the sooner we'll be done." 

"Such a wise girl," He took his hands away from my thin body regretfully and ran them through his hair instead, making me wonder where his mind was.I watched his eyes flick over my bedroom, "I can't even sit anywhere!" 

I used the pair of shorts I was holding to hit his arm playfully, "That's the point. You don't have to sit, you're supposed to help me." I grinned back at him as he sighed dramatically, always ready to be silly with me and I loved that, 

"Tell me what to do, I'll be your slave tonight."

"How many pairs of pants will I need?" I tilted my head to a side and held up the jeans I'd bought the other day when shopping with my mom. I folded them carefully and looked back at him, grinning at the look on his face as tried to push my clothes aside to make room for him to sit on the bed. 

"None," He replied and looked up at me, smirking when he saw me grinning. "It'll be hot the entire time."

"I'll bring five pairs just to be safe," I decided and set five carefully folded pairs back into my suitcase. Next, I started on my shorts, adding ten pairs before deciding it might not be enough and adding a few more. I wrinkled my nose as he helped me fold my tank tops and shirts, "This is probably boring you to death. I'm sure you have other things you could be doing," I added in a quiet tone, wondering if he had told his girlfriend he'd be going on vacation with not only his son, but his ex too. He had to, right? I tried pushing the image of the tall blonde that Chloe had pointed out to me the other day out of my head. She was taller, thinner, prettier, and younger than me. I could lie and say I didn't know what he saw in her... but it was obvious instead. She was stunning. 

"If I wasn't here, you'd be packing your entire closet," He replied, pulling me from my thoughts and cutting the pile of shirts in half since there had to be 30 there. At least. "I don't think you'll need so many... you'll probably be in a bikini most of the time."

"What would I do without you?" I winked before standing back up and walking over to my closet to get my swimsuits, adding them to the suitcase before I forgot. 

 "Your life wouldn't be so exciting," He grinned, leaning back with his elbows propping his body up behind him. "Almost done?"

"You're supposed to be the patient one out of us," I grinned, just needing to add a few dresses and then shoes since I already packed my lingerie and toiletries earlier. 

"Is that a no?" He smirked, watching as I laid down beside him on my stomach, folding my arms under my head so I could look at him. 

"We just started. What happened to that stamina that used to keep me up all night?" I grinned at him, forcing myself to not think more about that since I knew it'd make me blush. 

He raised one eyebrow at me and let his smirk widen, "It didn't go anywhere." He paused, "But there's a difference between watching you ride me and watching you fold clothes." 

"True," I said quietly and bit down on my lip, my cheeks turning a little pinker while I suddenly felt really hot, trying not to die from his words. "Thanks for helping me anyway." 

He rolled over onto his side as he smiled at me, "I did literally nothing."

"Lies," I wrinkled my nose, looking at him and feeling the urge to kiss him. It'd been like that for weeks now, me feeling the constant need to hold him or kiss him. I wasn't sure what had come over me, but I missed him even when we were together. "Where's your suitcase?" I asked, changing the subject and trying to focus on anything but where my thoughts currently were. 

"In my car," He answered and pursed his lips together, "I wasn't sure if I'd go back home or not."

I resisted the urge to grin, wondering if he had planned on staying here tonight with me. "You can stay here," I said simply, not sure how I could handle another innocent night in his arms... I had no idea how we'd last an entire vacation together.

"Are you sure it's okay?" 

I shot him a silly face, knowing I should feel bad for the way I was handling this since I had Dante. We weren't serious, but still. "I thought I'd have the bed all for me at least for tonight..." I trailed off and sighed before grinning, "I'll make room for you too." 

"You're just too good to me," He shot me an amused look as he reached for my hand to kiss my knuckles.

I smiled wide at the gesture, adjusting my body to face him and leaning into his hard body like there were magnets pulling us together. "You deserve it," I said quietly, bringing our tangled hands up to his neck and letting go in favor of playing with his hair. "What are you hungry for? I'll make you something."

"You're doing it again," He grinned slowly, setting his hand on my hip. 

I bit down on my lip as his fingers danced across my bare skin, sliding under my shirt and caressing my back. His touch was so effortless and careless. I wasn't even sure he noticed that he was touching me, but it still made goosebumps rise. "What am I doing?" I asked curiously, lifting an eyebrow after freeing my lip. 

"Being too good to me," He replied with an answer I wasn't expecting and that showed where my thoughts were. I needed to stop, but the attraction between us was too strong. 

"I'm hungry too... It's the least I could do," I cupped the back of his neck and glanced at his lips again but only for a second. 

"What do you feel like?"

I went to bite my lip again but caught myself, grinning instead, "You're the guest. I'm supposed to spoil you instead."

"Finish packing and I'll make us something," He pulled back slightly, dropping a hand down to my ass and patting it.

"Hey!" I rolled onto my back and let my eyes follow his body as he stood up, stretching and making his shirt rise up. If I could barely handle that little bit of skin, I was going to be a goner spending weeks with him where we would both be half naked most of the time. 

"Yes?" He asked as he stopped in his tracks, shooting me a straight face or at least trying to, his eyes travelling down my body and lingering a little longer than usual. 

I bit my lip once more, liking the way he stared since it was reassurance that he was still attracted to me. "Oh nothing," I said while making a silly face.

He walked toward me again, bending over the bed and setting a hand next to my body to support his. "Hurry, and don't pack half your room. And don't cheat, I might check later," He grinned as our faces were dangerously close and for a moment I thought he might kiss me. Instead, he pressed a noisy kiss on my cheek and stood back up, winking at me before heading to the kitchen and leaving me smirking. I let out the breath I had been holding and set my palms on my face, so confused by the tension that was now always there between us. Years ago, it wasn't there.... then again, after everything with Dante where I cheated on him with Ben, things changed between us. 

Setting my hands back on the bed, I pushed myself off it and got on both feet. I walked over to my closet and picked a few pairs of shoes, setting them beside my luggage and then realizing I needed more. Topping my bag off with my favorite dresses, I closed the bag, surprised it actually zipped shut. Without wasting another minute, I padded barefoot into the kitchen and watched as Ben sliced the bread, looking lost in his thoughts but just as handsome as ever. "Was I fast enough?" I broke the silence. 

He turned his head in my direction and grinned, my body leaning against the doorframe as I stared at him. "Never enough," He teased as he cut the large sandwich in two, setting each half on two plates and moving them on the table, them being followed by two glasses of water. It was weird how comfortable he felt in my kitchen. Or everywhere in my house. But honestly, I was the same with his. "Are you all packed cutie?" He asked with a smile on his face, helping me to sit down before taking a seat across from me.

"I am and I'm not sure how I fit everything," I admitted and grinned, picking at the breads crust and eating a crumb. "You'll have to take my word for it because there's no way I'm going to let you check it." He grinned wide, the kind of grin that showed all of his teeth. His smile had been the same since he was a kid, probably the first thing that attracted me to him since even then, he was gorgeous. It really was no surprise that Gabe was so perfect, he took after his dad in the looks department. "Is that your way of telling me you over packed?" He asked and bit into his sandwich as I did the same, my stomach growling as if on cue. And I didn't even realize I was hungry. 

I swallowed as my smirk fell back in place, "No. Definitely not."

"Lies," He kept his gaze locked on mine and I felt my cheeks burning pink. 

"You're just looking for an excuse to see my panties," I joked with a wink, taking another bite before giving myself the chance to blush fifty shades of red.

He laughed after swallowing, "I got a good look when you were laying down on the bed."

I covered a hand over my mouth and tried not to laugh, chewing and swallowing then shaking my head. My thoughts were at a constant battle; on one hand, I was tempted to ignore his comment while the rest of me wanted to ask him to show me what was under his clothes. "That was nothing compared to what you'll be seeing on our vacation," I smirked. "I look pretty good in a bikini." 

"You're going to give me a heart attack," He said as he faked a straight face.

I licked the corner of my mouth as I looked at him with an expression that was a mix of silly, amused, and flattered. "You saw me in a bikini before," I pointed out, reaching for my glass and using it to cover my face as I took a sip, my eyes not leaving him once.

"I saw you naked too, but still," He shrugged as if it was nothing, his face giving nothing away. 

I swallowed the last bite of my sandwich breaking eye contact with him in favor of glancing behind him, feeling like I might throw myself at him if we kept the intense staring up. "Gabe and I need you alive silly man," I said eventually, getting up and reaching for the now empty plates to set them in the sink. 

"I'll wash them tomorrow before leaving," He offered as he got up too, changing the subject which I felt thankful for.

I turned around, my silly grin back in place, "I feel like that comes with a price..." 

Ben laughed,  "I'd ask you a t-shirt for the night, but I doubt yours can fit me." With a sexy smirk, he moved closer to me, "This time's for free, it's your lucky night."

"If you're sleeping in only boxers, it definitely is," I grinned, unable to resist. The image of Ben wearing nothing but tight boxer briefs and holding me against him flashed in my mind and dear god, I wasn't going to get much sleep tonight. Then again, surprisingly, I slept better when I was in his arms... It was always like that. He was my rock in a sense and I'd always be comfortable with him. "But if you're dying for a shirt, I still have the one I borrowed the last time I stayed at your place," I said and turned around to start towards my room. 

I heard the lights flick off behind me and his footsteps following, making it to my closet as his voice broke the silence, "Keep it. It looked better on you."

"I don't believe that," I grinned and looked over my shoulder at him, picking the shirt off my dresser and holding it in my hands along with new panties. "But thank you... and thanks for the sandwich."

"You're welcome," He smiled at me and I felt my heart melting, biting my lip to keep me from saying something stupid.

I took a step back and held the clothes up a little, "I'm going to change and get ready for bed, but make yourself at home."

He grinned at my choice of words, "Make myself at home?"

"Take your pants off and get comfortable," I winked before disappearing in the bathroom, washing my face first since I was hoping that it'd wash the pink blush from my cheeks away. It didn't. I dried my face off and changed into the clean clothes, brushing my teeth next and looking in the mirror. I looked tired, but what could I do? I opened the door and he was already in bed, looking tempting as ever. "You're not asleep already, are you?" 

He shook his head, keeping his eyes on me and watching as I walked over to the bed. His eyes moved from my legs to my chest and then finally my face, my cheeks probably burning red from the way he stared at me. I was so used to doubting myself, but when I was with Ben? My confidence returned and I felt like a goddess. "I don't think I'll get much sleep tonight," He said eventually, making me wonder what he was thinking about since he looked like he could eat me up. And thats where my mind was... back on the image of Ben between my legs. 

I climbed on the bed and laid next to him, my back resting on the mattress and my head turned in his direction. "Isn't my bed comfortable?" I asked and faked a pout. 

He glanced briefly at my lips and grinned as he looked back into my eyes, "It's not like that, actually is almost more comfortable than mine." 

My pout turned into a grin that matched his, "Oh good. I was about to suggest the couch." I bit down on my lip and rolled over onto my side, her body a little closer to his but enough for me to inhale his cologne. "Are you too excited?" I asked next, my choice of words sounding like another innuendo. My mind went straight to the last time we cuddled and his erection damn near killed me.

"I've been waiting to leave since the day you said yes," He answered with a smile.

I wrinkled my nose and made a silly face that only made him smile wider, my hands sliding under my pillow as I stared at him, "You're just like our Gabey." 

"So I've heard," He grinned at me and inched closer as he adjusted his head on the pillow. He kept quiet and still for a moment then stretched his arm out eventually, tucking my hair behind my ear. "It's been so long since the last time we got to be together for a while."

"We're together now," I said quietly, keeping my eyes on him while resisting the urge to run my fingers through his hair. 

He grinned at my words and moved his fingers down my jawline, letting them barely graze my neck. My nipples hardened at his touch and I silently cursed my body for getting so worked up over such a simple touch. If I could barely handle him touching my neck, how the hell was I supposed to have him put sunscreen on my back? "You know what I meant, silly girl," He grinned, using the same hand to pay my ass. Not spank, but just pat it lightly. 

"Get on your stomach," I said out of nowhere, getting onto my knees beside his body. He stared at me with curiosity showing on his handsome face, lifting an eyebrow. "I'm going to help you relax," I explained before he had the chance to think I had lost my mind.

"Oh?" He grinned, rolling onto his stomach and folding his arms to rest his head against them. "Have you put more thought into becoming my personal masseuse?"

I let out a soft laugh as I straddled his back side, leaning over a little to grab the lotion off my night stand and squirt some onto my hands. "You couldn't afford me," I grinned and slid my hands up his back, all the way to his shoulders and squeezing them. "But luckily for you, I'm in a very giving mood tonight."

He let out a deep breath mixed with a low groan, "If I get lucky tonight, I'll get lucky every night." 

Slowly, he adjusted his head so that he could watch me from the corner of his eye. I shifted against his back, basically sitting on his ass while my fingers worked on his lower back. "Why do you think that?" I asked, amusement in my tone.

"Because I get spoiled easily and I'm already getting used to your hands on me," He explained as he closed his eyes while my own flicked down to study his expression. 

I bent over him, my hands trailing up his back again and then moving past his shoulders, all the way down his arms. "What if you don't instead? Will you throw a fit?" I cocked my head to the side as my hair brushed against his shoulder, my breasts resting against his back through the fabric of the tee. Thankfully he couldn't see my chest and see how hard my nipples were. 

"I will and you'll have to deal with two kids, not just one," He opened his eyes and found mine looking at him, his eyes glancing at my lips while I wondered what would happen if I kissed him. His lips looked so soft, making me think of how they used to feel like heaven moving across my body. 

I pushed the thought out of my head and grinned back at him, biting down hard on my bottom lip before I said something that came out wrong. I wasn't sure what had happened between us, but everything was coming out like a bad sex innuendo and I was going to be a blushing mess by the time I'd be ready for bed. Not that I'd be getting much sleep if we were cuddling again. "You're lucky I'm so patient," I said quietly, forcing a serious face as his lips quirked into a sexy smirk.

"You?" He laughed while staring at me, my eyes moving to the muscles on his back. I swear, this man had the perfect body, muscles everywhere. "You mean me instead."

"So then you're the one dealing with two kids," I wrinkled my nose and then grinned wide. "You'll have your hands full this week."

He kept staring while I moved my eyes to his lower back, fully aware of his gaze on me, "Just this week?"

I lifted my eyes back up to his and moved my hands down to his sides, "How long do you want to stay?"

He pursed his lips together, leaving me guessing where his thoughts were. Making a serious face, he rolled onto his back with my body still straddling his. "I don't have anything planned until the end of the month," He said quietly as he dropped his hands on my thighs, his eyes only dropping down to look at my panties briefly. 

"That's a long time," I answered just as quietly, my teeth torturing my bottom lip while I tried not to think about the position we were currently in and how many times we'd been in it before, only with no clothes on. "I thought you were more successful than that," I added with a grin, my attempt to make light of the moment.

He let out a small laugh, his fingers moving further up my legs while I held my breath, contemplating how far they might go and how I wouldn't stop him if they eventually reached my panties. "I'm getting old, they want fresh meat," He joked as he stared at me, his eyes so gorgeous and piercing I felt distracted. 

I kept my grin in place, wondering if and how I could handle an entire month sharing a bed. The attraction between us was obviously there... and he was in a relationship. Even though I told Dante I wanted to go on a break, I still wasn't sure where we stood. Breaks were complicated, the easy way out of a relationship. I felt like I couldn't put my all into dating a man who was so eager to share his life with me and have me meet his family when I kept wanting to cuddle my ex... no matter how innocent I told myself it was. "Did you want to stay at your parents house the whole time?" I asked casually as my hands moved up his chest.

He shrugged, "I don't know, I just want to spend all summer with Gabe." I smiled at his honesty and what a good father he was, hoping Gabe knew just how much we loved him and treasured him. "And with you," He added carefully, his hands stopping on my knees as he stared at me with a more serious expression. "But I don't know if you're busy with work or something."

"My boys are my top priority," I smiled back at him since his own smile was wavering, setting my hands on top of his and running my thumbs across his knuckles. "But I'm not sure I've packed enough for an entire month..." I trailed off and grinned at him to make light of the moment and cut through the tension that was always there. 

He turned his hands over to take mine in his, giving my body a good enough yank that I was laying flat against his. "Good thing we have a washer and dryer there," He grinned at me as I adjusted my body on his, wondering if he could feel my heart pounding in my chest. 

My eyes skimmed his lips and how close they were to mine, not more than a few inches. Hiding my face against his neck, I breathed in his intoxicating scent which was the perfect mix of his body wash and cologne. Simply thinking about him in the shower had my face turning a bright pink and I smiled against his skin, even when my lips brushed against him. "Are you going to wash my clothes? I could always pack more," I whispered and he groaned.

"You won't need more," He said seriously, dropping a hand down to my lower back, directly above my ass. 

I parted my lips to ask if he meant we'd be naked instead, but thought better of it and smirked. "You're probably right," I replied quietly, not bothering to move since it felt so right being in his arms. "Plus if I run out of clothes, I can always cut up a few sheets and run around like a jungle woman."

He let out a small laugh that caused his chest to vibrate against mine, his smile so gorgeous and distracting. "Will you go wild too?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.

I pulled my head back just so slightly to look at him and I could feel the blush creeping on my cheeks, " I can't, moms need to act proper for their kid's sake." 

"You're the perfect mom," He said quietly as he stared at me with what looked like adoration, his hand lifting to push my hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek while smirking, "But for the record? I think that Gabe would love us to dress up like savages."

I broke into a wide grin as I leaned into his touch, my eyes on his always, "Would you be Tarzan?"

"I don't know, would you be Jane?" He let his grin match mine then pulled my head down, his eyes glancing at my mouth and I hoped for a moment that he would kiss me, a second later his lips landed on my neck instead. My body froze up while he placed a trail of kisses from behind my ear to my shoulder, his lips driving me crazy and feeling so damn good, I was sure that this had to be a dream. 

"Didn't she have normal clothes though?" I asked in a tone which sounded unlike myself, it was half breathy and half not really. I silently cursed myself for speaking, wondering how far he'd go if I never said anything. I tangled my legs with his and this time, kept quiet in an attempt to let him know I wanted more.  

He pulled his head back and adjusted it on the pillow, a smile on his face as he looked at me once again. "Tarzan will take you shopping if it's what you need," He winked at me, taking the silly road over the sexy one. 

I grinned slowly at him and captured the tip of my tongue between my teeth, glancing at his tempting lips once more and I swore I still felt them on my skin. "I'd like that," I said softly, setting my hand on his chest and then leaning my chin against it. "Did you pack the speedo?"

"Why do you ask?" He grinned back and lifted an eyebrow. 

"Because it's sexy," I said while forcing a serious face and trying not to imagine his perfect body more than half naked. "Tarzan wears a loincloth and a speedo is pretty close..."

He stared at me for a moment, up until I couldn't hold the intense gaze any longer and nuzzled his neck again. "I'd hate to tempt you," He replied in a low voice as his hands slid under my shirt to grasp my hips. Adjusting me just slightly, I felt his erection grind against me, a moan desperate to escape my lips because it felt so good. The friction was killing me and I was so wet.  

"Too late," I whispered back before I could even think about what I was saying. 

"Cami," He replied while I closed my eyes again, thankful that my face was hidden from sight.

"We should get some sleep," I breathed out with my chest practically heaving against his. "We have to be up in a few hours."

 

"Right," He swallowed thickly, his hard body tense underneath mine and his breathing heavy.

The room fell quiet, my thoughts still loud in my mind instead while I wondered if I should move. Honestly though, I didn't want to move away from the hold he had on me. I let out a deep breath which caused him only to hold me tighter, then I broke the silence using a barely audible whisper, "Ben?" 

"Yes?" He said back, his voice not even sounding like his own but a lower and croaky version. 

"Didn't your mom teach you to say good night before sleeping?" I looked up at him though my dark lashes, feeling my chest tighten.

He smiled genuinely, realization sinking in that I wasn't even close to being over him. I never would be and I was going to be in trouble, spending weeks sharing a room with him. Temptation was already unbearable and I was aching for him so bad. "I wasn't sleeping just yet," He said quietly and tilted his head to brush his nose against mine before pressing a kiss on its tip. "Night cutie."