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Bemy starts towards his office door, carrying me with him. I wrap my arms around his neck to steady
myself.
“Bemy! What are you doing? Put me down!” I demand but I’m breathless withughter. He pauses in
the hallway. Still holding me close.
“Do I have to? I think I’d rather
just keep you here like this. I don’t want to let go.” I can’t
help butugh again..
“Of course you need to put me down.” I insist.
“Hmm…” he considers me but doesn’t let go. I wriggle my way out of his arms and jump towards the
ground. He catches me but lowers me to my feet gently before hooking his arms around my waist
tightly holding me close against his chest.
“Go get whatever you need to stay over at my ce tonight.” I prompt him. Maybe a change. of focus is
what’s needed to escape him, although I can’t say it’s unpleasant having him so close, I’m a little
unsure what his goal is. Bemy leans down and kisses my neck.
“All I need is you.” He murmurs, snuggling into my neck. It tickles and I can’t help but push him back.
He releases me immediately, tensing at first then rxing when he realises I wasn’t stopping him
because he did something wrong. He reaches for me again but I dodge him.
“You’re very sweet, but I would rmend bringing clothes, maybe a toothbrush and your phone
charger. Go on.” I skip away into the kitchen to catch my breath. It urs to me that this is the first time
I’ll be bringing Bemy home with the intention of staying overnight. All the other times were idents
or he sort of just happened to be there, although I’m now realising that those asions maybe were
more intentional than idental on his end. In fact most of our interactions have been more intentional
on his part than on mine. Well, except for the bracelet I bought today. Maybe that’s why he’s being so
affectionate. I did say it was to reassure him, I suppose he needed that more than I thought. I grab my
phone and send a message to Aaron.
Ryann- Bemy is taking me home tonight so you can rx. I’ll see you tomorrow. Same time
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as today if that works for you?”
My phone pings with a response from Aaron. I’m not sure what I expected but I snort out a
rather unattractiveugh when I realise he’s just sent a thumbs up. He’s even quiet via text.
Bemy returns faster than I expected and is clutching arge–ish bag. For someone who ims to
only need me, he’s sure bringing a lot of stuff. We head out to his car and ever the gentleman, he
opens the door for me. We’ve only been driving for a minute or two when Bemy reaches over with his
free hand and grabs mine, keeping his eyes on the road. He doesn’t say anything but just smiles
contentedly. That’s sweet I guess. I don’t drive but I can’t help but wonder if it’s difficult driving with only
one hand. He seems to be managing alright though so I guess it’s fine. Bemy and I discuss potential
dinner options and decide on an easy pasta dish after I search for a recipe online. When we reach the
shops, Bemy rushes to open my car door for me again and offers me his arm. I take it and I’m a little
confused for a moment when he moves my hand. Instead of lightly resting on his arm he wraps it
around his and pulls me close with it. We wander the aisles together with Bemy holding a basket
while I drop in the ingredients. Every now and then Bemy will point at a snack or other item with our
joined hands and ask me to add it to the basket. By the time we reach the register, the basket is
overflowing, even though we’re only making the one meal. How much food does he really need?
Maybe he’s just short on a few things and wants to stock up while we’re here because he grabs a few
personal items. Bemy doesn’t release my arm until it’s time to pay. I notice that he takes a moment to
brush his fingers across his new bracelet as he takes a card. out of his wallet. I hoped he would like it
but I didn’t imagine he would be as pleased with it as he is. The woman running the check out appears
middle aged and while Bemy is putting his wallet away she winks at me, fans her face with one hand
and mouths something to me that I’m fairly certain is ‘wow.‘ I take a minute to consider what she’s
seeing. Bemy is wearing dark blue jeans and a grey shirt. His dark hair is messy from when he and I
both ran fingers through it earlier. His golden eyes are stunning and as he nces at me they soften in
a way that makes me melt a little. Okaydy I get it. Wow indeed. I smile at her and give a half shrug.
Bemy and I head back to the car and make the short drive to my ce. The whole time he keeps
slipping me sideways nces and smiles. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so cheerful. He was stressed
out earlier, the change is just so extreme. He also can’t seem to go more than a minute without finding
some excuse to touch me. Is this normal for him? If it is, how much has he been holding back? How
much is he still holding back?
“You’re different tonight.” Iment. Bemy goes still, his expression frozen in ce.
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“Is that a good or bad thing?” His tone is neutral but seems cautious.
“Neither, I’m just making an observation. You seem happy I think. Also. very… affectionate.” Bemy
lets out a snort of augh.
“You think I’m being clingy.” He remarks. I shrug.
“Maybe a little. It’s not a bad thing, it’s just like I said, different. I was wondering why.” I exin. Bemy
parks and cuts the engine. He turns and meets my eyes, basically locking me in ce with his gaze.
“Ry, in a five minute period you gave me the most perfect gift and demonstrated how much you care for
my family. The fact that you took the time, that you care…” he inhales a deep breath.
“How could I be anything butpletely obsessed with you? I suppose I’m not doing a particrly
good job of hiding it tonight.” He admits. My jaw drops open. That was a much more extreme answer
than I was expecting..
“I… I don’t want you to hide anything. I mean, I want to keep this between us and our friends for now,
but…” I don’t know how to finish my sentence. Bemy reaches out and pushes hair back from my
face. His expression is serious but kind.
“Ry, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m fairly sure you would run for the hills if I waspletely
honest about everything right now.” He exins then quickly continues before I can respond.
“I’m not saying it’s a problem. You’ve asked for time and to take it slow and I canpletely
understand that. There’s nothing wrong with wanting that. But I am doing my best not to scare you off
again.” Bemy runs his fingers over his bracelet.
“Don’t worry about it too much. We’re both adjusting to a lot of changes, the answer to why I’m acting
weird is that the things you did this evening have me about ready to swoon, and
I’m still trying to work out exactly how far I can go before you stop me.” Bemy winks at I’m still trying
to work out exactly how far I can go b
1. me. I try to act casually, in reality I feel like I’m about to hyperventte.