Finding Love on the Streets of Chaos, Part 5

Jessica regained her composure rather quickly, it was amazing how much he calmed her. His scent, his warmth, the way she fit in his arms as if she belonged there.

“My brother’s best friend died from the virus.”

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry. Did you know him well?”

“Not really. I mean I’ve only met him a few times, but my brother is really broken up. My heart is hurting for him.”

“I can understand that. Your heart is so big.”

“I just really love my big brother, he’s one of my best friends.”

“That’s sweet, I’m glad he has you, you’re more of a comfort to him in times like this than you probably realize.”

“But I can’t be there with him.”

“I know sweetheart, but you can’t let what you can’t control get the best of you. Okay?”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask.”

A couple of days had passed and Kevin was standing in the kitchen watching her as she sat at the dining room table, one leg bent, her foot resting on the chair, and her other stretched out beneath the table. He watched as she twirled her hair in frustration, just staring at the screen, not saying a word. He noticed she was on the verge of tears, so he decided to make her favorite drink.

“I made you a London fog,” he said, handing her the cup.

She looked up at him, tears falling from her eyes.

“Thank you.”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I’m worried about my family, people are dying by the minute, people are being stupid, I can’t handle the news, I can’t even handle the positive shit on Facebook right now. Two of the closest people to me are struggling with major issues and I can’t be with them and when I sit down to write, nothing comes!” She was growing more frantic with every word.

“Okay, that’s it, stand up.” He demanded.


“You are taking on everyone else’s problems, Jessica,” he paused, choosing his words carefully, “I adore that big heart of yours that wants to help the entire world, and my dear, if there were more people in the world like you, we’d all be better for it, However; It is not realistic for you to handle everyone else’s problems, especially when you haven’t even taken the time to take care of yourself. Well not on my watch, so stand up.”

She obeyed but kept her mouth shut, not really sure of her feelings at the moment. He took her hand, leading her up to her bedroom.

“I want you to grab the most comfortable outfit you own, I don’t care what it looks like as long as it makes you feel comfortable and relaxed.”

She shot him a confused look.

“I’m going to run you a bubble bath, light some candles, put on some classical music, maybe some Beethoven? I know how much you like ‘Moonlight Sonata,’ and I am going to read poetry to you. Who is your favorite poet?”

“I have many, but the first poet I fell in love with was Poe, the second, E.E. Cummings.”

“E.E. Cummings is great, and then whenever you’re ready, I will wash your hair. I’m going to pamper you today.”

“I don’t deserve you.” She said in amazement.

“Oh no, my love, it is I who doesn’t deserve you. The world doesn’t deserve you, you are far too good for it.”

She knew she was in love with him, he was worth the risk of a broken heart, she had never felt so loved and adored. She was afraid to say it now though, afraid he might think she was only saying it out of a moment of vulnerability. So she simply thanked him and obeyed his wishes.

He lit some candles and placed them around the tub. He poured in some of her lavender bubble-bath and waited outside until she gave him the okay to come in.

He brought in a chair and sat it next to the bathtub. He ended up reading her quite a few of her favorites, “E.E. Cummings, Mary Oliver, Paolo Nutini, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, and Dylan Thomas.”

She could have sat there listening to him read forever, his voice so articulate, it was kind of a turn on. She leaned her head against the back of the tub and closed her eyes, listening to his voice blend in with the music, it was like she had her own little oasis, only this was the first time she allowed anyone else to be a part of it. Except for maybe Amanda or Christen a time or two, but that didn’t count, their souls were made of the same cells and particles, no one else in the world understood each other more than they did. She thought she was blessed to find two, even if they weren’t romantically involved. They enjoyed each other’s company and became irritable if they went too long without speaking, and every time they got together, it was as if no time had passed at all. As though they had known each other all their lives, it was hard to imagine life before them, and she felt that way after only knowing them months, but they have been friends for years now.

Is it possible that there’s a third? Did she happen to find the other match to her soul, was this the person she had been searching for? Was it possible that she could feel this high most of the time? Was it possible that a series of choices led them to each other? Every decision he’s ever made, and every decision she’s ever made had to happen in the order they did so that this moment right here, right now, could be made possible?

She opened her eyes and watched him as he read, his body completely relaxed, immersed in the poem himself, maybe a little lost in the music. Is that what my life would be like? Would he continue to do this 20 years from now when I’ve been stressed out from work, or when my anxiety is high? Is he the one? She wondered.

While washing her hair he massaged her head, it was like being at a salon, and she sighed deeply, feeling her worries leave her, and even if it was only temporary, she had to thank him for this moment of utter bliss.

“Can you do this every day?”

He chuckled, “Surely.”

He was so gentle, she knew he really did love her, this wasn’t a flirtatious joke or a way to try and get into her pants, like some of the lines he had thrown her way, somehow knowing that she loved it. It was as if he could read right through her. She never was all that good at hiding her emotions.

After he combed the conditioner through her hair with his fingers, he stopped and gazed into her eyes.

She couldn’t take it anymore, he had broken her resolve. She wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, hoping to unleash all of the love she felt for him into it.

bathtub kiss

She pulled away, but he stopped her. “Get back here.”

She tried to keep from chuckling, but he could feel her smile against his lips, and he finally pulled away, laughing along with her. “Just so you know, I am never going to get enough of that. And if you ever want to shut me up, for any reason: I’m pissing you off, I’m sticking my foot in my mouth, or maybe you’re just annoyed with my rambling, all you have to do is kiss me.”

“You need to rinse the conditioner out of my hair.”

“Oh yeah,” he gave her a playful look. “See what you do to me?”

“I can’t help that you were distracted.”

“Oh? Cause I recall.”

He was interrupted by her lips on his and it was him this time who was trying not to laugh, at least he knew she was a good listener.

“Please shut up and just rinse the conditioner out of my hair.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He gave her, her privacy to get dried and dressed. He braced himself against the wall beside the bathroom door. “Wow.” He leaned his head back against the wall and took deep breaths to calm himself before walking downstairs.

He put the food away from earlier and made stovetop popcorn. She slipped her arms around him, hugging him from behind. “You smell heavenly.”

He spun around, “You and those yoga pants.”

“You said what was most comfortable, and they make me feel like I’m wearing nothing. They’re so soft feel,” she put his hand on her thigh.

“Quite soft,” he said softly before kissing her. “And the shirt?”

“It’s old and worn.”

“And extremely low cut.”

“You said comfortable.”

“You’re cute when you play coy, baby girl, but I know what you’re doing.”

“I’m completely innocent.”

“Uh-huh, of course, you are.”

She winked at him. “So what are we doing?”

“We, my dear, are going to watch ‘When Harry Met Sally’ while we wait for the storm.

“That’s my favorite movie.”

“I know.”

“You’re spoiling me.”

“Get used to it.”

In addition to the movie, Kevin gave Jessica a foot massage and painted her toenails. They talked and watched the storm, and made out like teenagers, falling asleep on the mattress.

She woke up to the smell of french toast and bacon, she crawled out of the fort, and Kevin chuckled as she rushed off to the bathroom so he didn’t see her crazy hair or smell her morning breath. “She’s so friggin’ cute.”


While Kevin went out for a run, Jessica rummaged through the old Halloween costumes in her aunt’s attic, hoping she still had everything she needed.

To much of her surprise, she found everything she needed, she laid everything out so that she could get ready as soon as he hopped in the shower. She knew if she did her hair and makeup now, he would know something was up. She had to hurry, he didn’t take very long showers.

Kevin ran upstairs as soon as he got home heading straight for the shower, Jessica sprinted to her room to get ready. She threw on some gold eyeshadow, bronze blush, red lipstick, and applied mascara. Deciding that her natural curls were good enough, she just ran her fingers through her hair and parted it to the side. She slipped on the outfit, and now she would wait. She placed a note under the door that read, “Go sit down in the office chair, don’t ask questions, just text me when you’re ready, and make sure you leave your bedroom door open.

He did as she asked. She stood outside of his room, and hit the play button, “Foxey Lady” by Jimi Hendrix started to play. Jessica walked into the room in a pair of orange short shorts, a brown leather jacket, white, thigh-high pantyhose, black stilettos, and a pair of fox ears. She imitated Garth from “Wayne’s World” when he dances to the same song. Kevin had told her the night before that it was his favorite movie. He laughed so hard, and it was a combination of her being able to pull off that outfit and her sense of humor he found irresistible.

She dropped the silliness and started swaying her hips to the guitar, running her hands down her body as she made her way over to him.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

She turned around and grabbed her ankles, looking back at him over her shoulder, watching him shift in his seat. She took her time unzipping her jacket, teasing him, taking it off just as slowly, revealing a black, lacy bra.

He licked his lips in anticipation, unable to take his eyes off of her.

She straddled his leg and continued her movements, running her hands over her body and through her hair.

He stood up and danced with her, pulling her body against his.



“Hmm?” He asked, not really wanting to talk at the moment.

“I’m so in love with you.”

He had done it, he had somehow managed to convince the most beautiful woman he had ever seen to fall in love with him, and her looks were just the cherry on top compared to her personality. How did he get so lucky? He must have done something right, paid for enough of his mistakes, finally learned the right paths to choose. It was all worth it and he would continue to do it in every lifetime if it meant it would lead him to her. He could only hope that he would find her sooner in the next life.

He ran his hand up her spine, stopping to massage the base of her skull, causing her to moan.

“I already love your pretty little moans, and we haven’t even started yet.”He whispered in her ear, causing her to shiver. “I have dreamed of this moment for so long, but I never actually thought it would happen. I’m going to savor it, I am going to take my time, I am going to get to know every little part of your body that draws out those moans from you. I am going to explore every inch until I’ve memorized them, this could take all night. But before I do any of that, I am going to kiss you so passionately, you’re going to forget your legs. Take this as a warning and prepare yourself for the fall.”


And fall she did. There was so much passion, want, and love in his kiss, she forgot how to stand. Still, she responded to his touch so eloquently, as if both of them were moving in syncopated rhythm, as if they had already rehearsed this blissful moment time and time again.

He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, he carried her to the bed, never breaking the kiss. He gently sat her down, still devouring her, not wanting to break away from her lips, ever, but he finally found the will to pull back, leaving her breathless. She kept her eyes closed for a few seconds, savoring the feeling, and Kevin was lost in the sight of her. He removed his shirt, instructing her to lie back. He crawled over her, looking into her eyes. “You have the prettiest little mouth. I love these dimples, he kissed just above her lips. I love this little crease in your forehead when you’re looking at me like I’m crazy. I love how your dark hair falls around your shoulders, framing your beautiful face and petite neck,” kissing her on each of the places he mentioned. He continued to praise her and worship her body with kisses until she was writhing beneath him. “You look so beautiful like this, so wanton.”


“Would you please stop teasing me.” She was panting and moaning, and it was the sexiest sight he had ever seen.

He chuckled, “Now you know how I feel. You’ve been driving me crazy for days, you sexy little minx.”

“Oh yeah, running around the house in comfortable clothes, no makeup, and messy hair is such a turn on.”

“That’s why it drives me so crazy, you turn me on without even trying. There is something so wickedly sexy about you. Just the mention of your name arouses me.”

She sat up, pushing his shoulders, instructing him to lie back. She straddled his legs and could feel his desire beneath her. He was stroking her ego, and she couldn’t remember the last time she felt this sexy or confident, it was so unlike her, but she loved that he brought this side of her out to play, it had been far too long. She leaned forward, kissing him slowly. “I want to see how crazy I can make you when I do try.”

He swallowed thickly as he watched her unclasp her bra and throw it onto the floor next to the bed.

“You are so beautiful.”

“Make love to me, Kevin, I need you.”

And just as promised, Kevin took the entire night getting to know her more intimately than he had ever imagined.

I hope you guys enjoyed this. I had a lot of fun writing it!!

Love & life lessons,


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6 Responses to Finding Love on the Streets of Chaos, Part 5

  1. Brad Osborne says:

    Finally, the kiss! Now, I am suddenly jealous of Kevin. It must be a guy thing. It was sad reading about her dealing with the emotions she felt in worrying about her brother and family. It made the story so real and her character so human and selfless. You know how to spin a web, my friend!

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  2. The V Pub says:

    If only real life were like this!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Laura Beth says:

    Oh my word. I devoured every single word. I cannot wait to buy this from a bookstore!

    Liked by 1 person

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