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Rebecca 
                          
Things for me have been a little crazy lately, but Andre hasn't let me down. I'm sitting on the cool tile floor in the kitchen with a blanket wrapped around my entire body. My phone sits on the ground in front of me and my eyes are boring into the screen the entire time I sit here. The screen flashes and the time reads 8:24 in the morning. 
                          
I could be laying in a warm bed with my fiance, and yet I find myself sitting criss-cross applesauce on the kitchen floor. My hair is still damp from my shower that I took hours ago and the floor is making my butt go numb. 
                          
"Baby, why the hell are you sitting on the kitchen floor?" Andre laughs sitting down in front of me moving my phone to his side. His legs are up against his chest and his arms are wrapped around them, "I'm thinking." I say and he cocks an eyebrow at me. 
                          
"About what?" He says uncrossing his feet as his ankles, "You." I say tucking hair behind my ear and he chuckles, "Oh really?" He says letting his legs separate from each other and his hands pull on the blanket. 
                          
I smile, he's my favorite distraction. I stand up and he smiles as I step to where my my feet are on either side of his legs, "Yeah." I say as I sit down on his lap in my panties and his tank top, his hands untangle my body from the blanket. "Anything specific?" His hands hold my back and I tilt his face up with my hand, "Wouldn't you like to know." 
                          
He laughs and I can feel the rumble throughout my body, "I would actually." He slides his fingers up the bottom of my tank top pushing us closer. I take a deep breath and he kisses my collar bone, "Were you thinking about my hands all over you?" He asks and his breath dances across my skin. He keeps one hand behind me and the other is brought to the front of my body, "Like this." He says and slips his hand down my stomach and over my panties.
                          
I wasn't, but hell I am now. 
                          
As an instinct I dig my nails into his arm and my other hand chills on my thigh not sure of what to do with itself. All of a sudden he strips himself away from me and grabs the blanket from beside me. I watch as he lays it down beside us and sends me a wink before flipping us over onto the blanket. 
                          
"Slick move." I say as he positions himself between my thighs, "Wait until you see the rest of them." He takes off his shirt and lets it fall beside us, "Are you trying to surprise me?" I ask as he leans down over me.
                          
I laugh as he kisses me, "Stop laughing." He says against my lips. I break away and he rolls his eyes, "Dork." He runs his fingertips down my side and takes a hold of my thigh, "Shut up." I say and he rolls his eyes kissing me again. 
                          
Even if all we do in this moment is make out, I'll be content for the week. My hands hold his face and I try to keep the kiss light, "Make me." He whispers before kissing me again. 
                          
I rub my thumbs against his cheeks and feel his body drop down lower to mine, "Can't get enough can you?" I say softly giggling making him continue to kiss me. His warm body gives mine heat, even in the most sensitive places. He deepens the kiss as he catches me by surprise, "Shit." I groan and my hands hold the back of his head and neck. 
                          
RING 
                          
RING
                          
RING
                          
I jump at the sound of my phone vibrating against the tile, "Don't answer it." Andre says and his eyes plead as I reach for it. I answer the call and hold it against my ear, "Hello?" I say and Andre lays his head on my boobs, rubbing my thighs. "Rebecca! I was calling to let you know we are having our family dinner tonight and we didn't want you to miss out on it." My mother beams from the other side, "I don't think I can make it tonight." 
                          
Andre is drawing random shapes on my skin, "What if we come to you and do it at your place?" She had this rehearsed before she called, "Maybe, but-" She cuts me off, "Then it's settled, see you at six thirty!" The line goes dead and I sit the phone back on the tile, "So I guess that's it?" Andre whines, "Says who?" He looks up and rests his chin on me, "Me, I'm wrapping this up." He says pulling away, "I hate you." I say and he laughs.
                          
"No, where are you going?" My fingers coil around his wrist, "What do you mean where am I going?" He says looking down at me with that award winning smile, "I'm not done with you yet." I say giving his arm a slight tug and he shakes his head, "You have company coming over." He takes hold of my arm and gently pulls us both to our feet.
                          
"Now go put on some pants." He says looking down at my legs, "What if I don't want to?" I cross my arms over my chest and he slowly looks up and our eyes meet. He smirks shaking his head, "What are you going to do about it?" I tease moving my body closer to his. I wrap my arms around his neck and his eyes scan over my face, "You are making this really hard for me baby girl." He bites down on his lip. 
                          
I lean in and press my lips to his jaw and a shiver runs up his spine because he jolts under my touch, "Becca." He chuckles trying to play it off, "How do you do this to me?" My hands slide to hold the sides of his neck, "You're such a tease." I lean in and my mouth hovers above his, "I know." My lips softly touch his and my eyes flutter closed. 
                          
His hands find my hair and he pulls me in deeper to him than I ever realized that was possible. This man makes me go crazy, but hell am I ready to be crazy the rest of my life. I hold his beautiful face in my hands as he walks backwards and takes me with him. 
                          
Oh yeah, I'm ready for forever.
                          
****
                          
I bend over with one hand on the bed and the other sliding on my converse, "Remind me again where the hell this thing is?" Andre walks into the bedroom from the connecting bathroom, "My parents house, I told them it would be better if we did it over there." I say standing up and he buttons up his shirt, "Okay." He is looking down making sure to get every button on his shirt.
                          
My black skinny jeans hold my legs in place and somehow match up with Andre's pants, "Why are you wearing a button up?" I ask raising an eyebrow, "You don't have to dress up baby." I walk over to his closet and slide the door to the side, "Then what am I supposed to wear?" He laughs sitting down on the little couch.
                          
I look back and see him taking off the shirt leaving him in a plain white tee, "Just put this on and some white tennis shoes." I take off a dark beige colored jacket its hanger. "Wow I'm going to look like I just came in off the streets." He jokes and I roll my eyes, "Will you shut up!" I say making him laugh and sit the jacket down next to him. 
                          
I rest my hands on my hips as I watch him tie his shoes. I have on a gray shirt with little bits of white weaving in and out with slight cleavage. Andre stands up and adjust his watch on his wrist, "Well?" He holds out his arms and I smile, "You look hot." 
                          
He chuckles and looks at me with a raised eyebrow, "Is that so?" I nod and wrap my arm around his shoulders, "I'd take you to bed." He throws his head back and lets out a laugh. 
                          
I retract my arm and laugh with him, "I can't stand you." He's still laughing as he says this and puts on his jacket, "I can't stand me either." I say walking over to his bed side table and slide on the bracelet I made for us. 
                          
I smile at the beads spelling out his name and the colored beads on each side. He walks behind me and reaches around me taking the one that says my name, "I love you." He says sweetly sliding it on the same wrist as his watch.