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 Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 9:59 pm
Chris smiled at her, leaning in for a quick peck on her forehead. "No, I'm fine on the couch. You go up and get some sleep, okay?" he said, not wanting her to feel like she was any less than welcome in his apartment. She was definitely welcome there for as long as she wanted.
"If Anna jumps in to join you, just shove her out if you don't want her there... Or I can even put her in her crate for the night," he suggested, although the dog seemed to be comfortable in her large bed behind the couch. Apparently they were taking too long and she decided to go to bed without them. Which was fine with Chris.
He made his way over to the bathroom on the main floor, opening up a closet and pulling down a blanket for him to use, holding it up for Paris to see. "Besides, the couch is a hundred times more comfortable than those camp beds," he said with an eyeroll, making his way back to the couch to throw the blanket down, and then turned to Paris one last time.
"Sleep well. If you need anything, just shout for me. I'm usually a light sleeper." He said, leaning down to give her a tiny kiss good night.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 10:17 pm
He didn't want to admit it, not even to himself, but he almost melted at the light kiss to his forehead, and couldn't be blamed if he happened to look a bit starry eyed as Chris spoke to him and went to a closet to pull out a blanket. He should have found it demeaning -- children were kissed on their foreheads, and he was not a child -- but instead it made him feel sort of warm and fuzzy inside, and he thought there must be something seriously wrong with him, because he wasn't the sort of person to suffer from a case of butterflies in the stomach.
This was becoming seriously weird, but he couldn't say he minded it.
Yet...
He didn't argue again. If Chris wanted to sleep on the couch, fine. He'd have fun spreading out on his nice, big bed. He waited until Chris had the blanket, standing by as the dutiful girlfriend to make sure Chris would really be comfortable down here, and nodding as he spoke of the dog. He wouldn't mind if she happened to climb in with him later. He liked snuggling. He usually slept better when he had someone to snuggle with.
"Thank you. And if you really get uncomfortable, I'm serious, I won't be upset or offended if I roll over and you're lying there next to me in the morning," he told him, just to make sure he knew. Part of him almost hoped he really would wake up to find Chris beside him, though he knew that was probably highly unlikely. Chris would tough it out, at least this time.
And here he was, already planning for a second time. He was getting ahead of himself.
Paris leaned up and met Chris half way to kiss him back, tasting his toothpaste and mouth wash, and pulled away to turn for the stairs. "Good night, Chris," he said, and blew a playful kiss over his shoulder, giggling like a school girl as he scaled the stairs.
He practically threw himself onto the bed, taking a deep breath and letting it out in a slow sigh. He laid on top of it for a little while, stretched out on the covers, before scrambling up to make his way beneath them, wiggling his toes and making himself comfortable, rolling from one side to the other, before settling down on his stomach.
He was out in a matter of minutes, his body going limp against the mattress, and he dreamed of bright skies and wide open spaces and laughter and smiles that were like sunshine. He dreamed of peace and happiness, as if such things weren't so far out of reach.
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