《School ReYOUnion》Chapter Twenty Two
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"Uh, what exactly are you doing?" With my hands on my waist, I'm crossly staring at Mitch, who is slowly trying to pull on a pair of jogging bottoms while awkwardly sat on the edge of his bed.
Looking exasperated, he huffs out. "I'm trying to get dressed because I'm wanting to go and get myself a glass of orange juice."
Still extremely cross with him, my reply is curt. "I can get you an orange juice, now stop trying to put these on before you cause yourself even more mischief." Rushing to kneel down by his feet, I'm pulling off the jogging bottoms that are crumpled up around each one of his ankles.
Harshly exhaling, Mitch lowers his head with solemn defeat. "I have a nurse, Rebecca, you don't need to nurse me."
After five days of being with Mitch, of which three days have been spent at his home in Hidden Hills, he is physically getting better...but his spirits are rapidly declining.
He's frustrated.
Bored.
Maybe even a little embarrassed?
Yup, Mitch Heston is proving to be a difficult patient.
With the sting of his words still affecting me a little on the inside, I'll still not rise to them. "Well, your nurse isn't here. You shouted at her, remember? You told her to stop treating you like a child, when she was simply trying to do her job. She is now downstairs, probably thinking to herself what a pain in her nursing ass you really are, while I am up here, thinking what a pain in my ass you totally are." Pausing my little rant at him, my hands are now palm down by the side of his hips on the bed and I'm angrily waiting for him to look at me. Only, he doesn't. He just sits still and quiet on the edge of his mattress with that defeated head of his lower than it was before. My anger with him quickly starts to dissolve inside of me and my rant quickly becomes replaced with the need to just comfort him. In moments, I am kneeling even more closer in front of him. In another moment, my body is pressed against his knees. "I know this is hard for you, but you need to give yourself time to recover. You've been very lucky. That stunt could have cost you your life." Placing my hands into the warmness of Mitch's lap, he then begins to lift his dull gaze up to mine. To thank him for engaging with me, I gift him with a small and grateful smile. "Now, I'll help you get dressed, then together, we shall go and get ourselves an orange juice, and together, we shall then sit beside your beautiful fireplace in your living room and talk about everything but your accident, okay?"
Dragging that dull gaze away from mine, Mitch looks down at my hands, taking hold of them both with his own before bringing them up to his waiting lips. Softly and lovingly, he then leaves a long kiss upon them. "I don't deserve your kindness and I certainly don't deserve your patience."
When he lifts his chin, I'm waiting with that smile of mine again. "Why do you say that?" I curiously ask with a friendly, arched brow.
Squeezing my fingers, with nothing but tender affection, Mitch eventually replies. "Because I don't deserve them. You are only here for me. You should be back in England, taking care of your business...not me." His blue eyes have so long been full of either apology or anger, framed with the bruised reminders of his accident, that I just wish they were now full of something else. Those bruises, along with the cuts and the grazes, are slowly fading...but Mitch's apologies and his anger, are not.
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With understanding, I tilt my head when I respond to him. "I've told you before and I'll tell you again, I'm exactly where I need to be. My business is in good and safe hands with Iris. Everything is fine back home, we just need to make sure that you are now fine." My voice carries such light enthusiasm, an enthusiasm that wants to see Mitch emotionally bounce back from his accident.
But my enthusiasm is wasted on him, Mitch just isn't in the mood for enthusiasm and cheerfulness. "Rebecca, because of me, you weren't there when Hetty had her baby. Because of me, you've not been able to cuddle your own goddaughter."
Yes, that's right. Hetty had a baby girl. While I was struggling with the outcome of Mitch's accident, H was pushing out her baby. Her name is Daisy. She's now four days old. She is sleeping and breastfeeding very well, and from what I've heard on FaceTime, she also has a great set of lungs on her. Oh yes, and I'm now the proud godparent of little Daisy Doo, as I fondly like to call her.
Of course, I would love to be back home. I long to see Hetty and Will, and dare I even say it, have a little cuddle with Daisy. I'm missing my parents as well, I'm missing the normalcy of my daily life—but Mitch needs me.
I have spoken with H and Will, mum and dad, even Iris, everyone is coping well without me in England, but I'm not so sure that Mitch would cope too well without me being here in America.
He's really down.
Deflated.
It's not only his body that has taken a beating from that rock, his famous pride has too. His accident went viral. The news of it, went to every possible corner of the world. Which is why both Mitch and Bobby made the urgent decision for him to be back home in Hidden Hills, where he could convalesce in peace and quiet—away from the story-hungry worldwide media.
Already, I have been dubbed as 'the mysterious brunette' or 'the possible new love interest'...all quite amusing, if I'm honest.
But the press, my business, my parents, Hetty, Will and Daisy, I can't worry about any of them right now...right now, I can only worry about the man who is staring at me with eyes that have lost their gorgeous blue sparkle.
Removing my hands from the hold that Mitch limply still has on them, my fingers begin to reach up to gently cradle his sad face; that sad, bruised and unshaven face of his. "I can cuddle my goddaughter when I go back home. You see, right now, I have a frustrated, bored and incredibly stubborn and difficult ass of a boyfriend who needs my cuddles a lot more than my goddaughter needs them."
Mitch laughs, a restrained and controlled laugh, for his ribs would hurt far too much if he were to naturally laugh. After just a few moments, that lovely laughter of his soon dies away, and it is then that he places both of his hands onto my hips and pulls me in closer. "I'm so sorry, I know I have been a bad-tempered, ungrateful, pain in your ass."
Grinning, I delicately stroke the length of his perfectly formed nose. "Ah, but you're my favourite bad-tempered, ungrateful, pain in my ass."
Wanting to laugh again, Mitch thinks better of it with a taut grimace. "I hate being like this. I still have to shoot the ending of my film, I've let a lot of people down because of this accident and my schedule is completely out of whack now...it's all just an inconvenient mess."
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Slowly standing, I start wrapping my arms around Mitch's tense neck, wanting to de-stress him in any way that I can. "You can only do what you can and only when you can do it...it's that simple, Mitch." My fingers affectionately bury themselves into his dark hair at the back of his head, massaging away some more of that anxiety of his. "You've not let anyone down, Mitch. Everyone is just glad that you're okay.
Sighing, Mitch looks up at me while hugging my hips even tighter. "I don't think I have ever met someone quite as incredible as you, Rebecca Adams."
Playing it femininely cool, I nod down at him with pursed and playful lips. "Yeah, I get told that quite a bit."
His still slightly bruised mouth edges up into a toying, half smile. "Do you now?"
"Yup! Like, ALL THE TIME." I teasingly tell him, with a smug little roll of my eyes.
Playing along, Mitch irresistibly smiles. "Well, I can totally understand why." His hands grip onto my hips again, just wanting my body to be aware that they still have a possessive hold of it. "Which is why I think that my mysterious brunette and possible new love interest, deserves to finally have a name, don't you think?"
Taking in a breath and adjusting my smile, I eagerly ask. "Do you?"
Mitch answers me with a warm and staid calmness. "It's about time the world knows the name of the woman who has been getting me through all of this mess. With your permission, Rebecca, I want them to know who you are...I want them to know that we are together."
Together.
I like how it sounds when Mitch says it.
I like how it makes me feel.
I like everything about it.
We have talked about going public before. If it happened, it happened—that kind of thing. But today, I can tell that Mitch now wants it to happen. He's going to ensure that it happens.
Leaning carefully against his pain-riddled body, my arms embrace him with keen tenderness. "Okay." My voice clings to a rasp of distant excitement, distant wonderings of what is to come.
But I think I know what is to come—media madness.
This whole thing with Mitch has been nothing but unexpected and wonderful madness anyway. Being with him, has already taken me to places that I never thought I would ever feel. So, I am ready. I am ready for the world to know who I am.
"You know it'll get a bit crazy, right?" Mitch asks with a cautionary blue stare now firmly upon me.
With a trace of laughter floating up my throat, I buoyantly reply. "Life isn't no fun without a bit of crazy, right?"
Tapping the fullness of his mouth, Mitch urges me to hurry up and kiss it. "Come here?" He says, so lovingly low and hoarse.
Not needing to be asked again, my lips sensuously enslave his. Slowly, I adore his mouth with my own. Devouring and adoring it, in a deliciously, dreamy and intimate way.
This kiss, is making love with mouths.
Being erotic, without actually having sex.
I have never kissed someone like this, nor have I been kissed with such passion and intention from a man.
Maybe both Mitch and I, are being just a little bit crazy?
Maybe we are running waaaaaay ahead of ourselves?
Maybe lust is trampling all over our common sense?
Not that it matters, I'm already too involved with this man. I'm already being outnumbered by my feelings for Mitch. In a short amount of time, they run deep, they run strong. And I'm not a cowardly woman, I'll not shy away from those feelings. It's those feelings that made me get on that plane to be with Mitch after his accident. It's those feelings that have kept me by his convalescing side, and it's those feelings that make me just want to keep on kissing him in the way that I am now.
Wanting more of me, Mitch tugs on my hips while his mouth sears a sensually soft path all over my neck. "If I wasn't hurting so bloody much, we would be on that bedroom floor and I would be doing very naughty things to you." His lips are hotly brushing against my skin and his frustrated breaths are just as hot. "I want you, Rebecca, you know I do...but these broken ribs aren't playing ball." Inhaling hard, Mitch is trying to regain control of himself. "I'm so sorry." He apologises quickly, hugging me tighter against himself.
Recapturing his mouth, I demand he kisses me again. I demand that he retracts that stupid apology of his. Does he not realise that his kisses alone are more than enough? Does he not know how much they send shivers of desire so pleasurably through me?
"Stop being sorry and just keep kissing me." Is what I hungrily whisper against his parted lips. I don't need his throbbing erection, I just need his masterly mouth. I demanded a rapturous response, and a rapturous response is what I get. Mitch eagerly reclaims my mouth, the strong hardness of his lips take hot and sumptuous control of it while his tongue lashes softly against mine.
We kiss.
We touch.
We explore with only lips and tongues.
Breathless and just a little giddy with randiness, what I say is thickly now coated with flirtation. "Promise me that you will one day make love to me on this bedroom floor?" My lips teasingly graze Mitch's right ear lobe, enjoying the sensation that the velvety flesh brings to my mouth.
Eyeing me with desirous admiration, Mitch expels a single breath in one slow and steady hiss. "I'll even promise you it in the bathroom." His hands are now caressing the back of my body, sliding them up and down my clothed thighs, bottom, waist, and the feminine avenue of my spine.
Massaging the flesh of his contoured shoulders, more of my flirtatiousness just rolls off my tongue. "Over the bath or against the sink?"
Pausing to possessively sink his fingers into my small waist, Mitch locks onto my eyes with a lewd blue glint. "Both." He huskily states with a one-sided grin. "Now, you had better help me to get dressed before I get you undressed, which won't help me heal these stupid broken ribs of mine." Slapping my backside with one playful hand, Mitch is now beaming up at me with a wide smile.
I can feel joy bubbling in my laugh, just like I know that the same joy is shining in my blue eyes that are now transfixed on Mitch. Who would have thought that Mitch Heston could make me laugh like he does and make me feel the joy that he brings? Who would have thought that he could arouse and inspire me in the way that he so easily does? The fifteen year old me, would definitely have something to say about it all, that's for sure. She never would have believed it. She would think it all to be completely and utterly insane.
And maybe this all is completely and utterly insane?
But as I said before, life isn't no fun without a bit of crazy.
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