Matchplay A New Adult Romance - By Dakota Madison Page 0,50

an average, middle class guy and I was his average, middle class daughter.

Aaron cupped my face in his hands. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

I just shook my head. “Nothing,” I said even though it wasn’t the case. Somewhere deep inside I knew I was probably living in a dream that was eventually going to end. One day, Aaron would wake up and realize that our worlds were too different, too far apart and that he really belonged with someone like Keira. I just didn’t know when that would be. I decided that I would just enjoy the time we had together until we both woke up.

“Just take me back to my room. Olivia is staying at Marney’s place. Do you want to stay with me tonight?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

***

When we got back to my room, the first thing he noticed was the enormous wrapped gift sitting next to my desk. It was carefully wrapped in red tissues paper and had an equally enormous red bow on it.

“Whose present it that?” Aaron asked. He seemed a bit tense about it. Surely, he didn’t think someone else had gotten me a gift of that size.

“It’s yours,” I said and smiled.

The tension melted from his face. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I wanted to. Besides, you got me a trip to Florida.”

“Sit down,” I commanded and Aaron sat on the bed. I handed him the package.

When I saw his eyes were filled with anticipation, I knew getting him something was a good idea.

He tore open the wrapping and examined the gift. “This is amazing.”

I had ordered a reproduction print of Mary Cassatt’s Ellen Mary Cassatt with a Large Bow in Her Hair and got it custom framed for him. The framing stretched my budget a bit and I ended up eating mac and cheese all through exam week but it was worth it to see the look of joy in his eyes.

Aaron ran his hands along the wooden frame. “This was expensive. It’s too much.”

“You said this painting looked just like me. I wanted you to have it.”

“I love it.”

I sat down next to him. “You’re not an easy person to shop for,” I said. “And not just because your family is super wealthy.”

“Then what makes me hard to shop for?”

“You know how much I love art but you’ve never really told me what you’re passionate about.”

He frowned. “Of course I have.”

I thought about the many conversations we’d had. He’d never mentioned anything about interests or hobbies.

“I’m passionate about you.”

“Me?” I stammered in disbelief.

He looked at me like I was crazy. “You’re my passion,” he repeated.

That was not what I was expecting him to say at all.

He grabbed my legs and swung them so that they were on his lap. “Everything I’ve ever done in my life was something that was expected, something that my parents wanted me to do or something that my brothers had done and I had to do because I was the next in line. Nothing excited me or really interested me. I just did it because it was what I was supposed to do. The first thing I ever did that I really cared about doing, that I actually felt excited about, was building the Mary Cassatt Museum.”

I was speechless. I didn’t have any words that were adequate for the immensity of feelings I had for Aaron. I moved my legs and hips so that I was in his lap straddling him and we were face to face. We both stared into each other’s eyes. The feelings he brought out in me nearly consumed me and it was difficult to even breathe.

I stroked his face with my hand and his breath caught. We continued staring deep into each other’s eyes. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me even closer to him. He attacked my mouth with his. It was as if we couldn’t get enough of each other’s lips and tongues and tastes. He let out a slight moan and my body quivered in response.

The only thought I had, the only desire I had at that moment, was to get as close to him as I could. I

wanted to feel our naked bodies together. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to feel the ultimate connection between our bodies and souls.

“Make love to me,” I whispered into his ear.

“When we’re in Florida. I want it to be perfect.”

I nodded. I knew he was right and we should wait. I wanted it