Page 71 of Mistaken Impression

“If that’s what you want. Although I’m not sure how easy it’s going to be, hiding how I feel about you from everyone else.” That was one of those not-so-subtle hints, which made her smile and lit up her eyes… making me wonder.

I rolled her onto her back, raising myself above her, and she gazed up at me. “It’ll be much harder for me,” she said.

“How do you work that out?”

“Because you’re an actor. You can pretend.”

I leant down, brushing my lips against hers. “I never pretend with you… and besides, I’m not that good an actor.” She giggled, and I deepened the kiss, swallowing that perfect sound.

Since then, we haven’t talked about ‘us’ at all. We’ve been too busy enjoying ourselves.

I ought to feel exhausted, but I don’t. I’ve never felt so alive in my life.

That’s not surprising, though, is it?

I’m in love.

Now we’re back at work, doing our best to behave ‘normally’.

That means Ella’s in the kitchen, preparing whatever it is we’re working on today, and I’m sitting at the table, editing my novel. I don’t have my lines yet, because we haven’t had our production meeting, so Gavin hasn’t written them. But I’m not making a great job of doing any editing, either. I’m too preoccupied with staring at Ella. She’s chopping something, her head bent, focused on the job in hand, and I smile. Beneath her apron, she’s wearing exactly the same clothes as she was on Friday, because she hasn’t been home since then. My smile widens as I recall her panic yesterday morning, when she realised she had nothing to wear to work today.

“I’ll have to go home.”

We were still lying in bed, contemplating a shower, and there was no way I was letting her go anywhere.

“We can wash your clothes. Nobody’s gonna notice if you’re wearing the same thing as you wore on Friday.”

She looked up, her brow furrowing, less than convinced.

I leant in to her, lingering over a gentle kiss.

“Don’t go.”

I knew perfectly well that she wasn’t talking about leaving for good, or even necessarily for the rest of the day. She could have gone home, collected some clothes, and then come back again, and for a moment I wondered if she was going to suggest that. I could have suggested it myself, and said I’d go with her, but the thing was, I didn’t want to.

“Please, Ella. Stay here… with me…” I was about to add ‘forever’, but she pulled back and looked up at me, the emotion in her eyes silencing me. The air around us stilled, and then she clasped my face in her hands and kissed me so damn hard it took my breath away.

I’d have loved to prolong that kiss, or turn it into something more, but I knew that, if we were going to get her clotheswashed and dried, I needed to get them into the machine. So, I reluctantly broke the kiss, gazing down into her flushed face.

“I’d better put your clothes on to wash.”

“Oh… okay.”

“Don’t go anywhere.”

She smiled. “I won’t.”

I got up, grabbing her clothes, and took them downstairs, putting them into the washing machine. Then I made a pot of coffee, deciding that our shower could wait a while longer, and carried two cups back up the stairs. When I got there, Ella was lying on the edge of the bed, on her side, facing me, and I wandered over, noting the smile on her lips as she eyed my erection. I’d only just put the cups down when she reached up, wrapping her hand around my cock, and I stood still, letting her stroke me for a while, before she shifted down the bed a little and leant forward, taking me in her mouth. I hadn’t been expecting that, and I gazed down at her, holding still, while she bobbed her head back and forth, her perfect lips wrapped around my cock

“Have you done that before?” I asked, surprised by the rasp in my voice.

She released me, looking up. “No. I’ve never done anything before. I told you, I was waiting for the right man.”

I smiled. “Me, you mean?”

“Yes.”

“In that case, it was worth the wait. You’re very good at that.”

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