Chasing His Muse

I woke up early that morning. I couldn’t wait for ballet. That was one of the works that Collin asked me to quit. He knew I love ballet, but then he questioned my love for him.

Then I left ballet, Marco was disappointed in me. But he held back and said that anytime I wanted to come back, I just need to let him know.

So I called him this morning, he was shocked about Collin. I didn’t give him all the information about my breakdown. I just said that I wanted to start ballet again.

“So, is there still an opening in one of your classes Marco? I know I have to start from the beginning again, I need to build up my strength and flexibility. Tomorrow really? That soon? Yeah, I can make it. Really? Ok, see you at eight tomorrow. Bye Marco, and thank you again for fitting me in so soon.”

I made coffee and ate a banana, reminding myself that I need to buy some healthy food today. Brenton was still sleeping naked, my hands were itching to touch him. But I needed to start my work. I needed to do something for myself. Maybe I could make an income out of this someday, and started teaching children classes again. Who knew.

I was on the floor breaking my new ballet shoes when Brenton saw me.

“Nicolette? What are you doing with your new shoes? Are you okay? Do you not want to do ballet?” He looked at me with concern in his eyes. I know what he must’ve thought, me vandalizing my new shoes.

I stood up and pecked his cheek. “Morning babe, I’m good. This is what ballerina do to their shoes. I know it’s weird, but we have to break the inside sole, so when we dance it’ll mold perfectly with our stance. You want coffee?”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

I left the shoes and the tools on the floor and got him coffee. “I need to go to the grocery, later on, need to buy some healthy food, fruits, yogurt, and snacks. You want me to stay here tonight?” I asked him, lacing my hands to his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

His body was warm, as he pulled me in closer to him. “I like your ballet costume. Sexy Nikki. I was thinking why don’t you move in with me? You’re going to sell your parents’ anyway. I know it’s a big step. If you’re not comfortable I’m not going to push you okay. Just think about it?” But he pleaded me with his puppy eyes making me giggle.

“I will Brent. Oh.. and I already called Marco this morning, he said that he has an opening at eight tomorrow morning. Now, I need to do my routine. Would you please help me clear a space for my practice?” I asked him nibbling on his ear, smiling at him.

“I already check out your spare bedroom. It’s spacious enough for now. Just need to move the bed to the wall. Later we need to get rid of the bed. But I’m just going to do some stretches and the basics for today. Then you’re going to get my bars and mirrors. Now, are you sure, you still want me to move in with you?” I finally stopped and he smiled widely at me.

“Nicolette, of course, baby. I love seeing you so excited about ballet. I will get anything you need. And no I don’t want you to pay for any of it. You’re mine now Nikki. And I take care of what’s mine.” He ended his statement with a possessive kiss, making me moaned.

Damn! I need to concentrate on ballet. Right! Focus woman!

He laughed at me, and went to the spare bedroom, and started to move the bed to the wall, and the large mirror to the other side of the room by the window.

“Oh! It’s perfect Brent baby! Thank you!” I took my ballet shoes and my phone, picking up some classical tunes from my previous playlist. I sat down on the floor and started flexing my feet, and wearing my slip-on, before my pointe shoes. I started stretching my feet and my legs.

“Give me your phone, I’m going to connect it to the portable speaker.” Brenton held out his hand for my phone.

“Thanks, babe.” I got up and kissed his lips.

“I’m going to let you do your thing now. Just call out if you need anything.” He smiled and winked at me.

“Mm… I forgot, could you get me a bag of Epsom salt and a bag of ice. I’ll need it for my feet after this. Give me three hours for this okay? Then I’m all yours.” I grinned at him.

“Okay, Nicolette. Anything for you.” He pulled me in and kissed me deeply until I was breathless. He finally left me and went out for the salt and ice.

Three hours later I was sweating, my thigh started to hurt, and my calf and feet started to throb.

God! I’m really out of shape.

Marco would kill me tomorrow with his stretches. Hope he would go easy on me. I used to train a minimum, four to five hours on a regular day. Damn!

But I love the feeling when I do all the ballet movement, moving my body to the music. Sucking my emotions, flowing it throughout my body. It all made me feel so alive.

I slumped down to the floor, and took off my shoes, and massaged my feet. I started to got up and went to the kitchen, only to find Brenton sleeping with a remote in his hand, while the was TV still on with his black and whites. He’s so adorable.

I came up to him and gave him a wake-up kiss. “Wake up sleeping beauty. Did you get my salt and ice babe?” He moaned and opened his eyes a little.

“Need deeper kiss, still sleepy.” He told me, closing his eyes again. I kissed him deeper, opening his mouth pushing my tongue inside his, biting his lower lip until he moaned my name, and opened up his eyes looking at me with lust.

Right then…

“Salt and ice baby and I need a bucket.” He finally sat up and saw me all sweaty and my feet all red. He looked concerned now.

He prepared the ice bucket, and I poured in the salt. I sat on the couch and dipped my feet in the bucket and I moaned. “Damn! This is heaven.”

“You sure, this is good for you babe? Looks like torture. You want some water?” He walked to the fridge and get me some water.

“Thanks, Brenton, I’m good. I’ll be better when I start my routine regularly.” I took the water and drained the whole glass in a matter of seconds. Brenton sat beside me, and pulled into his chest, rubbing my arm.

I can get used to this…