im gonna keep on hoping that you like my smile

I knocked on the door for the last time, figuring Travis had passed out with Jax last night and forgot about me completely. Until he opened the door.
"Oh you're alive. I was starting to worry." Lila I smirked though I didn't think it was funny. He groaned and turned around, running his hands through his hair.
"Christ Lila it's so early."



"Early my ass, it's past noon." I glared and rose a brow at my boyfriend. "Don't I get a kiss?" I closed the door behind me and he tilted my face up and kissed me, harder than I was expecting but I couldn't complain...except for the fact that I could taste the alchohol on him.
"What did you drink last night? A whole bar?"
"I don't know and I don't care, let me go back to bed." he groaned as he pulled away making his way towards the stairs.
"Um. Okay." I nodded, seeing that this was a mood I didn't want to make worse.
"Awesome." I looked down at my dress and cursed myself for spending so long getting all dressed up.
"I'm gonna go then." I nodded towards the door and he turned around and finally looked at me.
"You look beautiful Lil." I smiled, the warm fuzzy feeling I got whenever he looked at me like that spreading through my body.
"Thanks. I'm sorry you're so tired." He looked at me like I was nuts.
"Of course I am. I was out all night."
"With who?" I asked, figuring it was his brother and friends. I had been at a family thing....though he hadn't invited me anyways.
"People." I nodded.
"Right. Did you have a good time?" Travis groaned and ran his hands through his hair which made me damn jealous of his hands.
"Yeah. But now I need to sleep." I nodded.
"So then I guess you're not coming." I asked his back as he turned away to make towards his bedroom.
"Coming?"
"To the gallery." I finished. He turned and licked his lips slowly, seeming to recall that I had asked him to be my date for an art show. They were only showing one of my pieces but it was a good way to get noticed in the community and I wanted him with me.
"You go to a lot of fu.cking art shows." He said finally, sighing as he shook his head. I blinked. It was one thing to be hung over and forget a commitment. I'd done that before. But it was another to diss my occupation.
"Yeah. I'm an artist Travis, that's what I do."
"It's Saturday Lila. It's my one day off from work or coaching." He barked back at me like I was trying to attack him or something.
"Okay. I'm sorry. You don't have to come. I won't ask again."
"I'm not saying I'm not coming." he retorted as he headed to the kitchen where he downed a huge glass of water. I hoped.
"Sure it sounded like that Travis."
"You know I always come to every single fucking art thing you want me to come." I blinked, my mouth opening and closing a few times because honestly I had no idea what to say to that.
"Okay, I've heard enough. I'm going alone." I muttered.
"Yeah right, run away Lila." he waved his hand in the air, dismissing me for his bed like it was more important. Jackass.
"I'm not, but what do you expect me to do? Stand here while you keep insulting me and what I do?" I spat back at him.
"Oh come on." Travis groaned. "You know I love what you do and I support you."
"Then why you're being an asshole!?" I asked slowly.
"I'm sorry Lil, okay? But I'm so fucking tired and hangover I feel like death." I felt....something. I felt let down, like he couldn't have reigned it in for just me?
"I can understand that but there's no need to treat me like this." I said in a quiet tone.
"I'm coming with you. I just need to take some meds and take a shower, but I want to come. It's important for you so...I'm coming."
"You don't have to-"
"I said. I'm coming."  he cut me off and I nodded because i didn't really want to argue. "Can you make me some coffee please while I shower?" I nodded again and he reached down to kiss my forehead, "Thank you baby." He headed towards his room and I turned on the coffee maker making it strong like he liked. Once I had drank my whole cup and his was getting cold I walked upstairs. To see him asleep on his bed.
"Oh god, Travis!" I shouted, hoping it hurt his damn head.
"Fuck." he muttered and rolled onto his stomach, burying his face against the pillow, "Just give me five minutes Lil. For fucks sake, just five." Was he serious right now?
"Apparently, I gave you ten already!" I spat back even though it was twenty instead. Travis sat up and looked like he was thinking of all the ways to get rid of me. He fucking told me to be here!!!
"Fuck my life." he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face, "You're starting to sound like my mom when I was late for school, calm the fuck down Lila."
"I don't have time for this." I shook my head and Travis glanced at me.
"What does that mean?"
"It means that I have to be there, whether or not you're coming." I said seriously, grabbing a handful of seemingly dirty clothes and tossing them in the hamper only 3 feet away. What was wrong with men?
"What are you doing?"
"I slipped on your socks on the way in, I didn't want to trip on your jeans on the way out." I replied, hearing me sound like a nagging girlfriend and hating it. I scrubbed my hands over my face and took off my shoes, sliding onto the bed next to Travis.
"I don't actually care if you don't want to come with me to every event. Hell I don't want to go to some of them. But then just tell me...or maybe don't get wipe out drunk the night before. Either one."
"Uhm." Travis didn't look at me, instead he looked down at his pillows like they were the love of his life. Was I asking too much? Was I being too needy? Probably. But we hadn't spent any time together this week at all. Instead he hung out with friends I'd never been introduced to and although I trusted him? It kind of hurt that he didn't want to be with me.
"Nevermind." I reached in and pressed a kiss against his cheek. "Sleep baby. You need it." I ran my hands through his hair, not able to help myself. Even hurt and annoyed I was epically attracted to him. "I'll see you later."
"No." he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling me against his body.
"Trav you're ruining my hair." I pressed against his chest as he hugged me.
"Who cares, you're always so beautiful." he muttered. Ugh. Well at least now his grumpy ass was being complimentary. I pushed my bangs out of my eyes and relaxed in his arms.
"You don't have to come, really."
"How many times do I have to say I'm coming Lila?" he snapped.
"As many as it needs to convince me!" I pushed away from him. "Or even better, if you really want to come, get ready and let's go!" I added and stood up again, pacing the room. "Maybe I should've asked Jax." I thought, knowing I was probably being clingy and he said he wanted to see my work once.
"Maybe you went for the wrong Cole." Traivs said darkly, storming past me to get to the bathroom and splashing water on his face.
"Trav..." I said softly from somewhere, "I didn't mean it like that." He ignored me, walking back to his room and grabbing what looked like boxers from his drawer before he came back.
"I don't give a fuck, say whatever you want." he said coldly, "I'll be ready in five minutes." I let out a deep breath and leaned against the wall, ruining my own hair by pulling it out and down because it was already a mess. I walked into the bathroom and took a second to appretiate Travis Cole only in a pair of boxers.
"I'm sorry." I said, not entirely sure what I was apologizing for but knowing that I was being difficult. Not as difficult as him but still.
"Okay." He brushed his teeth and gurgled some mouthwash, mostly ignoring me.
"Am I asking too much?"
"It would be nice to see you without having to be out." He shrugged.
"I could come over after instead." I offered softly.
"I thought you were looking at houses after." I rose a brow. He remembered that but he couldn't remember the commitment he'd made?
"I'd reschedule for you." I said seriously. He turned back to me and leaned against the sink, looking tired and frustrated and I hated that it was me who did that.
"It won't be too long." He said finally, and I knew he was thinking things that he wasn't telling me.
"What aren't you saying?" I asked before I could stop myself, wanting to be more open and honest. I wanted more out of us, I felt like we saw each other more when we were just fu.cking.
"What do you mean?" He brushed past me and into the bedroom where he pulled on a pair of dark jeans and a button down shirt. God he was gorgeous.
"I mean..." I took a breath to get the courage to say what I wanted. "I'm worried I forced you into this relationship....and now you're pulling away and I'm scared to lose you." I admitted. "What can I do?"
"You should do what I always tell you to do." he answered quietly as he buttoned up his shirt.
"You always tell me not to worry." I paused, playing with my hair, "You tell me not to overthink things..."
"That's right. Stick to that." I tried to process all the things going on in my head before I finally spoke, trying to think of something eloquent to say.
"But you need to give me more." Fail.
"What do you mean more?" he groaned.
"Tell me what else I should do Trav..." I trailed off, feeling helplessa and I hated that. He ran his hands through his hair, this time looking in the mirror to make himself look presentable, though he always did. He was too gorgeous not to.
"Lil, I don't have much else to tell you. If I didn't want to be in this relationship I wouldn't be, you're not forcing me into anything and I'm not pulling away. I just have a hell of a hungover and the last thing I want to do is to talk about something that would require some thinking." he explained, "We're okay baby, relax."
"Okay." I nodded and bit down on my lip, walking over to him and lifting up my hands to fix the silly mess he'd made of his hair. "Promise." I added in a soft voice.
"I promise baby. Now stop worrying." he ordered, lifting my chin with his finger to press a soft kiss on my mouth. "Can we go now? I just need to take some meds and drink a cup of coffee."
"You're such a stubborn man." I smiled, not mentioning by now his coffee should be iced.
"I'm coming with you but this will have a price. A high one too." he winked at me but I could tell the effort he was making to even be talking right now. I followed him down the stairs when I heard his phone start ringing. "Can you take it baby? I'm going to look for aspirin in the meantime." he asked. I walked into where it was beeping by the wall and noticed the screen cracked. Good thing he worked for apple. I read the text from Zoe.
"You owe me fifty big ones hot stuff! ;)" I rose my brows because girls with names like Zoe calling my boyfriend hot stuff? Was not one of my favorite things.
"You broke your phone..." I said as I walked into the room, staring down at the crashed screen of his phone. Ops. He shrugged.
"Does is still work?" I nodded, not that it mattered, I knew he'd have a new one by Monday.
"I think so. Zoe texted you." He glanced down at it, giving me no explanation at all.
"Thanks. Are we going with your car? Mine? Bike?"
"You can't drive Trav." I said quietly, knowing that would annoy him but also knowing he'd know I was right.
"I could." he said under his breath but followed me to my car anyways, rolling his eyes at it. "I'm not even going to fit in that thing." He said to my Beetle.
"I'm sure you will instead." I was starting to get less worried, and more pissed off. I wasn't asking much. And he'd agreed to this. If he hadn't wanted to come he could have said no, and if he hadn't wanted to come in this condition he could have drank a little less with girls named Zoe. At least when I went out it was with girls only or my brothers. Or Jax, but that was basicaly like going out with my brother. Travis mumbled something and then got into my car which gasp, actually did fit a grown man. You know. Because it was a car.
"How long is this going to be?"
"Not long at all if I drop you off on the side of the road." I spat back.
"Lil?" He looked at me and I shrugged.
"An hour."
"Okay." We drove in silence the rest of the way. What was happening? I swear he was into me one day and not the next. I just wanted a day with my man, not a grumpy day with him. It wasn't my fucking fault he was hungover.
"Did you have fun last night?" I asked finally, trying to salvage what was left of our day.
"You already asked me that. Yes." I took a deep breath.
"Did you want to expand on it at all?" He shook his head.
"It was a normal night out Lila. Nothing special." I turned and glared at him before pulling over at the gallery.
"You're annoyed when all I want is to fu.ck and you're annoyed when I want to talk. You're pissed off when I come over when I said I would, but also pissed off when I tell you I'll go without you. What exactly doesn't annoy you about me today Trav?"
"Let's not do this right now please." He groaned.
"Why? Because your head hurts from all the partying you won't talk to me about?" He glared at me, a harsh raw glare that I'm sure could bring grown men to their knees when he used it at work. It didn't have the same effect on me, I just stared him right back down.
"I'm fuc.king here Lila what else do you want?!"
"I want you to WANT to be here Travis! I want you to WANT to be with me! I want you to not act like it's some huge fu.cking deal when I asked you about this last week!" I tried not to let the tears that were threatening to fall come out, pushing them back with all my might. "I want you to at least pretend that you like me damn it!"
"Stop being dramatic." Travis said eventually, as I stewed in my anger. Maybe I was pmsing. I wasn't usually so crazytown.
"Stop being an ass who doesn't answer my questions and thinks I'm crazy!" I spat back.
"I can't believe you're seriously saying that I should pretend to like you." he paused shortly before continuing. "I can't pretend that I like you, I do like you! Why are you so f.ucking insecure today? It makes no sense!" he started. "I want to be with you and I want to be here-"
"You keep acting like you don't care and you're dying to go away already." I said before he could finish.
"Don't cut me off!" he barked and this time I shut my mouth. "I'm not in my best shape because I had a long night Lila, it has nothing to do with you."
"Oh I know that! I wasn't there." I spat because I wasn't about to let him intimidate me.
"So that's the fucking problem, uh? You're mad at me because you wanted to come with me yesterday night?" While he was with girls owing them money for things? No. I didn't.
"No. I wanted you to be THINKING about me last night!" Travis rose a brow at me.
"You wanted me to be thinking about you?" He asked slowly. I nodded.
"Yes. So you didn't get shi.t faced and make me the bad guy by waking you up. This is your fu.cking fault Travis. So suck it up, and if you're lucky? I won't be pissed at you for the rest of the day." I didn't let him say anything after that, instead I got out of the car and smoothed down my dress as I waited for him on the sidewalk. He sat in the car for what felt like 4 years before getting up and smoothing down his shirt, running his hands through his hair and walking up to set his hand on my lower back.
"Ready?" I wiggled away from his touch, not wanting it to distract me from my anger.
"Yup." I walked in, said my pleasantries to the owner of the gallery, the fellow artists and some of the other people who worked there. My agent was there, and a few journalists I knew. In Travis' defense he played his part well, saying all the right things and being there for me, even if I wasn't letting him touch me as much as usual. I softened as I looked around at all the different pieces.
"Your piece is incredible Lil." Travis whispered, running his hand up and down my spine and this time he didn't pull away. I was looking at a sculpture of a child feeding baby ducklings, taken by it's simplicity and beauty. Art always got to me like that.
"Thank you." I whispered softly, turning to look at the painting of my nephew at a rugby practice. The show was dedicated to children, and I had been keeping that piece for something special like this.
"You should give that to your sister." He commented. "Quickly before someone buys it." I turned and smiled, putting my hand on his face and getting up on my tiptoes to kiss him.
"Thank you for this." I said softly.
"I'm doing nothing." He shrugged. "You're still going to owe me for it later." I smirked and shrugged.
"I'm sure I'll find a way. Boys like beer, pizza and sex right?" Travis laughed a real laugh this time, the color totally back in his face and the coffee and meds kicked in long ago.
"You nailed it." he winked and I shrugged.
"I'm very smart." I replied with false modesty.
"Is that what they teach at Yale these days?" I nodded and then grabbed his shirt collar to pull him in.
"You could have stayed home, or even went home when I snapped at you. Even if i didn't "owe you" I'd find a way to repay you for being a good boyfriend." I smiled and kissed him once more. "We can leave if you want. I've seen everything and talked to everyone. What did you want to do today? Go home and sleep more?" I teased, though if he wanted to I wouldn't stop him. Getting emotional always made me sleepy.
"Do you want me to be honest?"
"Of course Trav." I said quietly, knowing that even if we weren't perfect? We were always honest with each other. "Yes, that was what I wanted to do. And I'm dying to go back to my bed."
"I know. You're free to go now." I said as we walked outside the gallery, "I can drop you home before I see my estate agent."
"I can call a cab baby don't worry." he suggested and smiled a nice smile at me. Ugh he was so hot. He reached out o cup my face and kissed me, harder than I had. He did this a lot, kissing me until I melted against him. "The sooner you go the sooner you come back to me." headded with a grin and I felt myself get warm all over.
"Do you still want me to come over when I'm done?" I asked softly and he just nodded."Okay but I'm still dropping you home."
"Why? Don't you believe I'd go home?" He asked with a brow raised.
"That's not why. The house I'm going to see is 5 minutes from yours." I got into the car and he followed me.
"How did it look from the pictures?"
"Nice...I guess." I shrugged. It was actually super nice, but being that close to Travis? That was a little weird.
"You guess?"
"I don't know if you came with me you'd see yourself." I said and winked at him.
"I can take a quick look then I can walk home if you want." he suggested, surprising me beacuse I was sure he'd turn that down in a second.
"Or I could go home with you." I suggested with a smirk.
"Oh okay." He grinned back and I stopped at a red light and leaned in to kiss him.
"How do you manage too look like that when you're hungover? When I am I looked like a drowned cat." I winced and Travis started laughing.
"I've seen you hungover Lil, you do not."
"I do." I nodded, pulling over 3 blocks away from Travis' place and looking outside. It was a small bungalow house, but it had the 2 bedrooms I wanted, a spa bathroom and a basement I'd use as a studio.
"It's nice." Travis commented, setting his hand on my back and this time I leaned into it instead. I wondered for a second if buying a house when I was in a relationship with a man I loved was a good idea. Would we move in together? I wasn't suppossed to feel insecure about our relationship but was that feeling too secure? He'd lived with his ex though, so he must not be totally oppossed to it.
"It is." I agreed, liking the charm the house gave.
"Lila!" Reid, my real estate agent grinned wide as he saw me. "Wow, you look incredible." He looked me up and down and I shrugged.
"I was at a gallery event." I admitted, usually with him I was in jeans. He seemed to just notice Travis who just grumbled in his general direction. "This is my boyfriend Travis Cole." I introduced. "Trav, this is Reid Johnston my agent."
"How old are you?" Travis asked, raising a brow at the man.
"Um...24?" Travis grumbled again and I rolled my eyes though I was smiling. Being an as.shole bothered me, but his moody tendencies were more amusing to me than annoying.
"Can we go in? I'm getting sunburnt." I joked, though with my skin I probably would.
"Yeah, yeah! Come on in." He pulled me into the house and I smiled at the continued charm and cute factor. It was very me. Built in storage was everywhere, and a small kitchen but big deck off the living room.
"I like it." I admitted, feeling like I could already see the mural I'd do on the wall, the furniture I could buy, how I'd change around the kitchen. "Even though I'd probably change a few things..."
"You can turn it upside down if you want." He grinned charmingly at me and I tried not to laugh as I pictured Travis as a realtor. He was about as charming as a shark. I failed and laughed a little.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"It's nice." Travis answered nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders, "so far."
"I can show you upstairs too." He offered and led the way as I nodded and I felt Travis following behind me.
"Wow, there's so much light in these rooms." I pointed out once we walked into the bedroom.
"Wait to see the other bedroom." Reid said back, still grinning like an idiot.
"Why do you even need two bedrooms?" he asked, probably thinking I was a girl who thought I needed a room for my shoes. Which I wouldn't be oppossed to.
"Are you moving in together?" The guy asked, suddenly showing interest in Travis.
"No, I'm just here to give her an opinion." He answered flatly though I could see him saying other things to the guy in his mind.
"Because it could be nice to use it as a guest room. Or I can turn it into a studio where I'd paint while I'd use the basement to keep my blank canvas and everything." I explained, leaving my new idea about shoes out because I doubted he'd be impressed.
"I'm not going to sleep in the guest room." Travis whispered before walking into the bedroom and looking out the window. I had a very quick fantasy of him and me pressed up against the window and with that in my mind, I took a second to check him out as I leaned against the doorway. Every time I found myself doing that I felt silly. I'd seen him naked moretimes than I could count but sometimes watching him in jeans and a shirt doing normal things knocked me off my feet just as much.
"Do you like it?" I asked finally. He shrugged.
"It's a house." He commented, looking a little put off all of a sudden.
"How did you decide to buy your house?" I asked, genuinely interested since the whole thing was a little overwhemling to me.
"Same way you are." He said with a brow raised and I sighed because that was as helpful as nothing.
"What do you think Miss Trenton?" I looked towards my realtor with the too fake smile on his face. How did people get into realty anyways? Sounded like a miserable as.s kissing job.
"I like it but I'll need to think about it." I admitted, his face fell a little but then snapped right back on.
"Do you want me to set up anymore showings?" He asked politely. I shrugged, feeling exhausted from all the growing up I was doing.
"Not right now. I'll call you." I took Trav's hand and basically pulled him out of the house.
"What's up Lil?"
"You still tired?" He rose a brow.
"Yup."
"Can you walk home? I need to go get drunk or something." Travis grabbed my waist as I walked past him.
"It's not even 3 Lil. What are you doing?"
"I'm suddenly feeling really old. Buying a house? That's....woah." I admitted. Travis looked surpsied and then amused at the same time.
"There's no hurry Lil." he said into my ear before pressing a kiss on my cheek, "There's no need to get drunk either." I tilted my head back and leaned against his shoulder, looking up at him and pouting a little.
"Why?"
"Because if you want to get drunk you'll have to do it alone." I had been planning on that instead.
"And what if I don't instead?" I asked back, pout full force and knowing he was noticing it. He grinned wider and my lips did the trick because he was kissing me again before taking my hand to walk easier.
"You can come home with me and we can talk about whatever is going on in your head."
"Talk when you're so hangover?" I faked a gasp and widened my eyes, setting a hand on my chest.
"Eh, you can talk and I can pretend to listen." he teased and I laughed, hitting his chest playfully.
"Ass."
"Nice a.ss." Travis said back as he squeezed mine making me laugh. "Why are you suddently so worried about this house thing Lil? I thought you wanted it. Unless you're finally realizing that you're so young that you can't really buy a house. That's what an old man like me would do." he said before lighting up a cigarette as he walked outside the french doors that lead to her porch.
"I do want it. Sometimes it just feels a little overwhelming." I admitted, reaching out and grabbing a cigarette from the pack Travis set on the rail.
"What are you doing?" He asked, raising a brow as I took a lighter out of my bag and lit it.
"Being young and stupid." I replied taking a long drag and blowing out slowly. Travis grabbed it out of my hand and stomped on it, making me turn towards him and glare.
"Is this what that feels like when I do it to you? Because it's annoying."
"Why do you even have a lighter?" He asked, shaking his head.
"In case I want to burn things." I deadpaned, trying not to laugh because what kind of a question was that.
"Don't be silly."
"I can't help it. Silly is my middle name." I replied. "If you're not going to let me smoke yours I have something stronger in my bag." I grinned and he widened his eyes at me. "What? I'm an artist!" Travis chuckled lightly.
"You're a hypocrite. And not too old at all."
"My brothers got a lot of money really fast." I said finally, feeling the need to open up a little even if he wasn't going to listen. Though something told me he always listened. "Colbie too."
"Your family is very successful."
"I think they were all so thrown when Dad died and we had to work for everything we had." I admitted.
"It makes sense. You always want more for yourself and your family than you had." I nodded.
"I guess so. Money's just never driven me you know? I mean I love a good designer dress as much as the next girl but I'd be just as happy shopping the thrift stores. Happieness is in relationships, not in things." Travis looked at me for a second before lighting another cigarette even at my annoyed look.
"Now you're sounding old again."
"Damn it you're right." I laughed. "Let's have sex on the balcony to make up for it." I replied, only half joking since once I'd said it? It sounded kind of hot.
"Is that something young people do?" He asked, grinning wickedly at me and heating up every cell in my body.
"I'm pretty sure." I smirked.
"It's not going to work Lil." He teased as he took one last drag of his cigarette.
"What?" I asked, and he pulled me closer to him.
"You're using your sexiness to distract me."
"Distract you from what?" I asked and bit down on my lip because I just said what I thought about and a lot of the time it was sex.
"From serious talking." he answered then kissed my nose. Did I really do that? Probably. How did he notice that about me? Did I do it a lot?
"I don't want to talk about that anymore. It's hard for me to open up." I said finally, hiding my face in his chest. He tangled his fingers into my hair and kissed my head.
"I know baby. I like that you try with me." he said quietly as he pulled back, "Let's go upstairs I'm exhausted."
"I am too."
"Long night?" he asked without hiding the amusement as he glanced at me.
"The one you didn't invite me to? Sure." I said back like the smartass we both knew I was but he was pointedly glaring at me.  "Okay okay! Lets drop it before we start arguing again."
"Good idea." he said and spanked my ass lazily before he took off his shirt and jeans, climbing into bed and groaning. "Get out of that dress baby and come here." I sighed and shimmied out of the dress, watching Travis eye my skimpy lingerie I had underneath.
"Were you planning to seduce someone today?" He questioned as I hopped into his bed and cuddled up against him.
"Maybe later." I shrugged and grinned before kissing his lips and then turning in his arms so he was spooning me. I felt tiny in his arms, tiny and safe and warm and I loved it.
"Definitley later...." he trailed off, his hand running down my spine to cup my ass roughly. I shivered and arched into his hand.
"Don't tease me. I know you need sleep first old man." He muttered something unitelligable under his breath and then wrapped his arm around my stomach, pulling me closer.
"Smart girl." He whispered into my neck, leaving me knowing I was going to have naughty dreams while he was holding me.
"That's me" I agreed, as I let the comfort of his big bed and him wash over me.
"I'm happy to have you here." Travis' smooth dark voice said against my hair after a few moments.
"Are you talking in your sleep?" I asked as  slid my hands down his forearms, finding hi own hands and tangling our fingers together. Travis laughed, his chest vibrating agaisnt my back and making me smile.
"No silly. I mean it." he squeezed me closer and I nodded.
"I know." At my words Travis placed a kiss against my shoulder, then on the crook of my neck and then on my cheek, slowly seducing me and  putting me to sleep at the same time. I didn't even know how that was possible but I was half asleep already when I heard more words.
"I adore you baby." I must be dreaming already....