#evenogisakk

Her friends where whining and clapping their hands, acting like 15 year old girls.

“Please, good niiiight! Go!”

She wanted so desperately to be alone with him for a while.

The girls were grinning wide, but they left for their rooms. She could hear them grinning and whispering as the waited for the elevator, but she did not care, at all!

She took a deep breath, before she unlocked the phone again to answer him, told him where they could meet. She shivered from expectations, so scary, so exiting at the same time. He had looked so hot in the restaurant. A couple of open buttons in the shirt, short sleeves showing off his arms, the perfect styled hair, the long legs, his full lips... She lost herself in this daydream and nearly jumped when he suddenly was standing right there.

“Halla!” He said, the voice so dark it made her hair stand on her arms.

“I never told you, that dress look beautiful on you, is there any chance I could have a closer look at it?”

He winked.

Janne could only smile. She knew he once told he was bad with pick up lines, and yes, he was. It was a good icebreaker though. He took her hand and leaded them to the elevator. When the doors closed and they stood side by side, looking out over Oslo through the glass wall, he let his hand glide over her shoulders and down her back. Let it rest just over the curves of her bum. She stepped a bit closer and let herself feel his presence. She fit perfect next to him, just the right height difference.

The elevator stopped and their eyes met a brief moment before the doors opened. The air was thick from expectations and the look in his eyes more black than blue.

He took her hand again and found his way to her room. They giggled and smiled, But when the door shout closed, it was like they has entered a new world.

Time slowed down and they stood in the small hotel room, just looking at each other.

He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear on the one side, just like he had done the night before. His eyes traveled along her slim body before he was the first to brake the silence.

“This dress was really pretty on you. Did you wear it for me?”

His playful smile made her feel warm and safe, not bothering his comment. He turned her around and rested his hands on her shoulders. His big hands slided down her arms before he tightened them around her waist. She could feel him so close. His nose against her bare neck, his breath and lips against the thin skin below her ear. She let her head fell back at his chest and when she turned her head a bit, their lips met, soft and searching. She went all jelly in her knees and had to lean into him even more. He didn't let her turn around in his arms, but vent to unzip her dress and let it slowly fall to the floor.

Now it was her turn and she faced him while starting to unbutton his shirt. His pale and soft chest made her want to touch, so she did. Let her fingers glide over his chest and lightly brush his nipples. It was enough for him to inhale sharply an take thing a bit further and before she could think it through, they were both nearly naked on her bed. He had still his boxers on, she still in her underwear. They were kissing and feeling and she finally got the chance to bury her hands in his soft blond hair. His tongue met her and it made her want, want him.

He let one of his hands rest over her breast, pinching the nipple carefully. The touch sent shivers down all of her body and a silent moan left her mouth. He then let his mouth wander to her other breast, sucked on it and then blew hot air over the wet spot. Her back arched from the bed of the sensation and she felt his length pushed into her thigh. She got to slide a hand in between them and could feel him outside the boxers. It was an amazing feeling, knowing she was the one to make him this hard.

He pushed himself up a little and met her eyes, their breath heavy and sight blury.

He kissed her again before he whispered in her ear.

“I want to make you feel so good. Can I do that?”

He pulled a little at her underwear while he licked a wide stripe up her neck, waiting for her green light to take it further.

She closed her eyes a moment before she started pulling at his shorts and whispered back

The girl in blue shirt smiled widely and told them to wait a minute. It didn't take long until a women came over to the girls.

“Welcome to “Ett bord”! Henrik told me to take good care of you.”

She had a lovely smile, and her eyes had the same wrinkles as Henrik's. She seemed to understand what they were thinking, and added:

“Henrik will be here soon. He just needed to help his brother with something. Please find your seats next to the boys over there.”

Ok, so he was not there, and she had to admit, she was disappointed. But she didn't get the time to sulk too long. They were greeted by the two boys and showered in compliments, just like the night before. It was not hard to tell that the dark haired guy, Martin, paid some extra attention to Janne's friend.

They found their seats and soon got a glass with a cold, sparkling wine in hand. Janne was quiet. This was not what she had imagined. She tried to pay attention, but couldn't help let her eyes slide towards the doors every other second. She took up her phone, zero, nada, null...

She could feel the air shift before anyone noticed him. He came over to their table with long confident steps. He had on dark blue shorts, a royal blue short sleeved shirt and his hair styled in a cliff. He looked stunning.

”Hello ladies”, he smiled.

He went over to Janne and held out a bouquet of flowers.

“For the birthday girl”, he said, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

She could feel everyone's eyes on her, and didn't now how to react. How much had he told his friends? What did he want from this night? She felt light headed and was really glad she could sit down. As she did, he slided down on the bench next to her.

“I know flowers are stupid to get when you're on a holiday, but a girl like you should get flowers on her birthday!» He smiled his widest smile, and she was suddenly aware of how close they were sitting.

It didn't take long until everyone again were chatting and laughing, like they had the night before. She could tell her young friend enjoyed the extra attention from Martin, and it made her smile. It felt good to know she was not the only one exploring a little this holiday. The food was delicious and it really was a nice dinner. They were talking about their plans for the weekend when she felt his hand on her thigh. His big, warm hand, just above her knee. She couldn't help but look up at him and when she did, she was met by those deep blue eyes. He smiled and lifted his eyebrows, like asking if it was ok. She smiled back and felt this wonderful tingling in every part of her body. He stroked gently up and down a couple of times, just a tiny movement, but it made her skin on fire. Then he pulled away and stood up.

The table was pretty much full seated by now, and there were all kinds of people enjoying a night out. Henrik exused himself and she couldn't help to let her eyes follow him as he disappeared around the corner. One of her friends where smirking at her, almost as she knew what his hand had done to her and it made her blush. Always this stupid blush.

When he returned, it was with a cake filled with lights, 23 to be precise.

“Everyone! We have a birthday girl here tonight”, he told all of their guests

He counted to three and the whole restaurant were singing a birthday song. No one had done such thing since she was a kid, and it was hard not to cry. People were shouting and clapping while she blew out the candles and made a wish. A wish for a even better night and for this dream to never end.

People calmed down and the big chockolate cake were shared with everyone. A dark, soft chokolate cake, multiple layers of rich filling and so moist. The best cake for sure.

The night were about to end when Henrik cleared his throat. “I have a present for you!”

Like this was not enough? Another present? She wanted to protest, but didn't. Instead she looked over at this gorgeous boy. He looked so damn hot.

“I have tickets for Gabrielle's concert this Saturday! Would you like to come? All four of you?”

She couldn't believe him and jumped up from the bench. Forgot everything about being shy and threw her hands around his neck. He hugged back and oh! she could totally imagine staying in those arms forever.

The time flew, and suddenly it was time to say goodbye. Henrik had to help out in the kitchen, he said, and Janne felt her face fell a bit. This was not what she had in mind when she blew out the lights. The two other guys insisted on following them to the tube, to make sure they got home safely. The other girls and the boys were already outside, when Henrik took a hold on her arm.

“Is it ok if I message you later?” He tilted his head slightly and had this hopeful look in his eyes. “Yeah... that would be fine.”

All she wanted was to bury her hands in his soft hair, feel his breath against her body, those full, soft lips against her. But not here, not now.

She smiled and gave him another hug.

“Thank you so much for all of this!”

Yesterday had been nothing but perfect. She was in Oslo to visit some friends. It was her first visit to Oslo and they had been doing all sorts of tourist stuff. In the evening they had dressed up and went out to conquer the night. They ended up in a club where Cezinando was playing and were dancing all night. She had not been smiling this much for ages. They had been sitting in the bar when a couple of guys had come over. It was HIM, right next to her, ordering a beer, HIM. Starstruck doesn't even cover for how she felt. How on earth could it be real, sitting in a bar in Oslo, next to HIM.

Hei! He said, a bright smile, wrinkles around his eyes.

She looked fast over her right shoulder. How humiliating! He was probably talking to someone he knew, and here she was thinking he actually was talking to her. A blush raised as she dared to move her eyes back at him.

Hei! One of her friends saved her from the awkward situation.

She presented herself and everyone and asked him if it was ok to chat in English. He raised his eyebrows and smiled at her before he reached out his hand for the blond girl to shake.

Hi, Henrik. How do you like Oslo?

Ok, she had to open her mouth, just get the words out there. Her throat felt like sandpaper. A deep breath, come on, you can do this!

Hi, Janne! She smiled her widest smile, probably a bit too wide, jesus.

Eeehm, yes, Oslo is really nice... What the hell... get your head together!

Luckily both her friends and the boys went on chatting, and after a while, it didn't feel too overwhelming. She even got a selfie with HIM. The night had been a dream, perfect. Best birthday gift ever.

…

The next time she opened her eyes, she could feel the warm sun from a small slip between the dark yellow curtains, those heavy hotel curtains that keep out all the light. It was in the same moment she froze. Her mind ran a marathon in seconds. That's when she realized she was no longer dreaming. The hot air against her neck made every single hair on her arms stand. A pair of long, strong arms tightened around her shoulders from the back and a sleepy “Good morning” made her toes curl and cheeks turn bright red. The memories from last night hit her like a train as she took a deep breath and melted into the touch. How on earth did this happen?

…

Late last night the guys had insisted on following them back to their hotel. They had been joking and laughing, maybe flirting as well and it felt so easy. Life was so good an she really appreciated the attention from the boys. They said their “good nights” and her friends disappeared into their rooms. When she turned around HE was still standing there.

Halla! Whait... Whatttt?

Hiii....? It came out more like a question than anything reasonable.

He stepped closer and lifted his hand, brushed away a couple strands of hair from her forehead, let his hand rest at her shoulder.

You are so pretty!

It was not loud, but it was as clear as his damn so incedible blue eyes. She swallowed deeply, let her eyes rest on their feet. Their shoes were suddenly very interesting to look at. Converse, wasn't it?  As her keycard unlocked the door, he spoke again.

Would you mind if I came in with you? Only for a little while... ?

He almost sounded nervous. The question made it go cold down her spine. She was not that kind of girl, at all. But it was not longer up to her common sense, as he leaned in and left a soft kiss at her mouth. White... all she could see was white. The blood left her head and he had to take a good grip around her waist to prevent her form falling.

- You ok? He asked.

They stood like that for a couple of seconds or minutes, who knows. It was to good to be true. When she felt less dizzy, she realized how close they were standing, how tight his big hands were on her waist, how amazingly good he smelled.

Until this day it is still a mystery where her confidence came from. Her hands found their way up in his hair and she looked up through her lashes.

-Yes! I'm perfect.

His mouth found her again, and it was not as soft as a minute ago. There were a mess of arms and legs and kisses in between as they stumbled into the room and closed the door behind them.

…

The guy behind her nuzzled into her hair and let his free hand wander along her thigh. She could feel his bulge against her bum and it made her brain melt. Feather light kisses down her neck made her nipple stiffens and her body betrayed her as her back arched and she pushed back against him. WOW! She couldn't believe herself.

She rolled on to her back and met his blue.. She could feel his smile against her mouth before he pulled back.

Happy birthday! He told her, before he continued with his kisses.

He kissed down her chin and back to her ear. As he left some open mouthed kisses right back her ear she left out a moan. Fuck, she actually moaned. She felt the blush colour her face again and never mind earlier confessions, this was the best birthday ever.

Have dinner with me tonight?  A kiss on the neck.

Bring your friends if you like!  A kiss on the collar bone.

I'm not working tonight. A kiss on the mouth.

8pm at my mothers restaurant...