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The Perfect Guy	By : krispers Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > New Kids On The Block Views: 2841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of the New Kids on the Block. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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When the sun light from the windows smacked her in the face she opened her eyes and blinked off the brightness.
“God why didn’t I close the curtains” she said as she covered her face. She rolled out of bed and sighed. What in the hell was she doing here? She propped her head in her hands as she sat on the edge of the bed. She had to shake off the intense dream the sunlight had roused her from. Her body was still pulsing from the ghost of his touches. She rubbed hard at her eyes to try and shake off the memory. This was so damn complicated and she had no idea what she was going to do. She looked down at her pajamas and winced. It was his damn shirt she slept in. What the fuck was she thinking? She got up and lost it as she made her way to the bathroom. All during her shower she almost hoped that he would come in. She mentally punished herself for wanting him the way she did. She had a husband she reminded herself and she needed to focus on him. She dried her hair and put on simple makeup since they really had nothing planned for the day. A day off in Boston? What was she going to do with herself. She went over to her suitcase and drug out her jeans and a turtleneck. She crossed to the sun filled window and opened it. The chilly February air hit her and made her shiver.
“God I need a sweatshirt” she said as she closed the window on the noisy morning traffic.
She went over and dug through her suitcase. She couldn’t help but grin when she saw the tattered sweatshirt at the bottom. His prize possession she grin to herself as she slid it over her head. She went out to the living room fully expecting it to be vacant. She stopped in her tracts when she saw Jordan sleeping like a baby on the couch. He looked so harmless sleeping there with his mouth slightly opened. She went over to him and sat down beside him on the couch. Her weight made him shift and he jerked awake.
“Oh hey” he said rubbing his eyes
“Morning sunshine” she said brightly as he groaned
“God, go back to bed” he said trying to pull the covers up over him again.
“Not a chance” she said yanking them off of him “You are getting your ass up and showing me around your town today” she said with a laugh
“What?” he said trying to take the covers back.
She stared down at him. He was lying there in nothing but his boxers. God he was so beautiful. She almost reached down to touch his stomach but caught herself. Man was she ever in trouble. He grinned up at her.
“Why are you just standing there?” he said with a laugh
She shook her head to recover. “Um waiting for you to get your lazy ass up” she said with a grin back at him. He got up and walked over to her. Her stomach flipped as he actually stepped into her.
“Nice sweatshirt by the way” he whispered heavily in her ear. The smell of him filled her nose and she had to force herself not to press up against his warm body. He laughed to himself as he crossed to the bedroom and shut the door.

He pressed his back against the door after he closed it. God this was killing him. He ran his hands through his hair. She smelled so damn good and she was wearing his fucking sweatshirt. What in the hell was going on between them? He had never been more confused in his entire life. He walked over to the bathroom. On his way over he saw a shirt lying on the floor. That was odd. He didn’t change in here last night, did he? He picked up the shirt from its heap and held it to his nose. The light orange fragrance made his insides tingle. She had worn this. She had slept in this. Flashes of her staggering drunkly across a hotel room made him smile. She had kept the shirt and his sweatshirt, and, he thought as his confusion rose, she was wearing them. For the life of him he couldn’t understand women. He showered and tried to wash away the feelings he had. He felt like they were just churning around in his chest. He had to talk to her, he knew that now. He really had to tell her how he felt. Today would be the perfect day. They could spend it together going around to all of his favorite places. He thought about calling Jonathan. If he wasn’t busy she would be over the moon to meet him. He smiled. She would laugh at the two of them and he just loved to hear her laugh. He was still grinning to himself as he dried off and got dressed. He looked at himself in the mirror. Jeans, a white button up and his favorite Red Sox’s hat. He guessed he looked ok. With the sun glassed he hoped they wouldn’t get spotted or worse he grimaced get their picture taken. He looked down at her purse on the dresser and sighed. He envied her normal average life. He so wanted that. Just an everyday human being that no body worried about who you were with or what you were doing. He saw a small black vinyl book and couldn’t help himself. He tugged it out gently. It was a small pocket photo album. He opened it with a smile. There she was with her husband on her wedding day. She looked breath taking in that dress. Guilt tore through him. She looked so happy. He wondered if it was the same for her as it had been for him. The illusion. The thought that marriage would be the answer to every dream. He went through the pics. There were people that he guessed were her family, brothers and sisters it looked like. The last two pics gave him renewed coviction about talking to her. One was of a group of girls on a couch. It had to be them. It had to be her girls in the UK that she talked so much about. The last one was of her and him. It was worn at the edges. He had hoped it was from holding it, or taking it out to show every one. He smiled remembering that night and how nervous he was around her, and he sighed as he remembered how that evening had turned out. He got up and slid the small book back into her purse and re checked himself in the mirror. God this girl was going to drive him crazy. He went to the door and walked out. He couldn’t hold back the laugh. She was sitting on the couch with a bagel in her hand bouncing along to a music channel.
“What is this?” he said pointing to a tray of various breakfast items on the coffee table.
“Bubba and Chad are MIA so I though you would like to eat” she said munching on the bagel.
“You mean you were hungry” he laughed
“Yeah and you need to eat too” she said with a grin.
He took a bagel off the tray and plopped down beside her.
“What are you watching?” he asked as he gestured to the TV
“MTV” she said
“They still play videos on MTV?” he said munching on his own bagel.
“Yeah in the morning” she said
They finished up their breakfast and made their way down to the lobby.
“So where are we going?” she asked as she slid on her sun glasses.
“Umm not really sure” he shrugged “I guess I could show you the old neighborhood”
“You’re the tour guide” she said with a grin.
He walked with her around the streets of where he grew up. It had gotten a lot harder since they had moved out but he neglected to tell her that. Somehow her thinking that he had really rough beginning in life appealed to him. It made him seem real. She asked about how they all met even though he was almost positive she knew the story by heart. They talked and laughed as they walked. He asked about where she grew up and her family. It was amazing how similar their childhoods where. The half brothers and sisters, divorce. He felt like he was finally getting under that tough skin of hers, and they were really making a connection. For the first time in a long time he felt just like any other guy with any other girl. He didn’t feel guarded or secretive. He wasn’t worried who was looking at them or if he needed security. They made their way back downtown toward the river and she stopped to take in the view.
“I knew I would love this place” she hummed with her eyes closed as the wind blew her face. He watched her hair dance across her smooth face and felt the knot inside of him tighten. He didn’t know what made him do it, he didn’t even think. He reached up and rubbed her face lightly. She didn’t open her eyes she just continued to smile. He stepped up to her and took her face with his other hand. She looked at him unchallenging. He saw it in her eyes, knew she felt it. He smiled at her as he bent his head down and softly kissed her lips. She stepped closer to him and put her hands on his arms. He kissed her again lightly, waiting for her to stop him. When she didn’t he kissed her again this time slow and deep. He felt her press up against him. The tension between them mounted as she continued to kiss him. She reached around and grabbed the base of his neck as he held her face. They kissed and kissed. He didn’t want to let her go, didn’t want the reality to slide back in. When they finally stepped away they blinked at each other. She smiled shyly and he was shocked. She looked almost embarrassed.
“What?” he said softly as he grabbed her hand.
She laughed and he watched tears flood her eyes. He started to apologize but she held up a hand. “Don’t ruin it by apologizing” she croaked out. Damn this girl could read his mind.
“then why the tears” he said lightly as he reached up to wipe them way. She jerked away from his hand.
“Nothing” she said quickly and wiped them away herself.
He stood there in complete shock. He had thought this was going to be the moment that he actually opened up to her but she was slamming the door in his face.
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