Going Out

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~~~(POV: Hannah Fiona)~~~

~~~(Date: January 25th, 2026)~~~

~~~(Location: The Ritz-Carlton Hotel, LA)~~~

~~~(Time: 8:14 AM)~~~

Ulysses and I have plenty of things planned for today, but neither of us is out of our pajamas. We're just sitting in front of the massive TV, and Ellie is sitting on the other side of the couch. It's taken me about an hour to wake up fully, and there is nothing more annoying than having to fight off falling asleep when the day is supposed to be a fun one.

Ulysses hugs me a little closer, and I've since ditched the blanket. It was getting too warm, and I didn't want to start sweating. "We haven't talked about it yet, but what do you want to do today? You said something about visiting clothes stores?" I find it very endearing that he remembers that I said that. When women talk about clothes, men tune out.

It's funny in a way, and I can't help a little chuckle from escaping my lips. He raises his eyebrow in confusion, but I lean up and kiss him on the cheek. "Yeah, I did say that. The Lakers are picking up the bill, right?" He nods his head and has a slightly worried look. "I'm just messing with you! Don't look so scared! I'm not that bad with clothes and money!" We're both laughing at the end.

Ellie decides to get up and head to her room, and she does so with a smile. She has plans of her own for today. I'm glad she's taking some time to enjoy herself. Lord knows that she's someone that needs a break. "That just leaves the two of us..." Ulysses captures my full attention in an instant. Mainly from the way his voice sounded. It was heavy and sultry.

Ulysses doesn't make the first move. Not with physical intimacy. I know it's because he's afraid he'll hurt me, and I love that he considers me so much. But I'm not going to break. I feel his hand slide down my shoulder and make its way towards my hip. "We shouldn't do this... But I don't want you to stop..." Ellie could come out at any minute.

I feel his hand run along my inner thigh above my pajamas, and I get goosebumps. It feels so fucking good to be touched by Ulysses... So much better than when I do it... He's so close to it... Please... Just touch it... Rub it... "Ulysses... My head is spinning... Stop teasing me..." Before anything else can happen, he pulls away instantly.

At the lack of his touch, my mind clears, and I hear the approaching footsteps of Ellie from down the hallway. "Maybe next time..." The soft whisper in my ear sends multiple shivers up and down my spine, and pleasure runs up and down my body. I look at him in frustration, but it probably looks like erotic frustration at this point.

Ellie steps back into the massive living room and has on a nice and modest dress. Subtly flattering her womanly figure at the same time. "Wow!" I instantly shoot up from my spot and run towards Ellie. "You look drop-dead gorgeous! Where did you find these clothes?!" Clothes like these aren't sold in Holden, Oregon. These are not cheap.

She gives me a victorious smile at all the compliments. "I made it myself. Today is the first time I'm trying it on in public. It's been hard getting over my own fears... I don't like the thought of people hating my designs... But I need to get over it. And your reaction is a major confidence booster." I'm dumbfounded... She made these?!

~~~(POV: Ulysses Kennedy)~~~

~~~(Date: January 25th, 2026)~~~

~~~(Location: The Ritz-Carlton Hotel, LA)~~~

~~~(Time: 8:24 AM)~~~

Okay... That just happened... Never in my life did I think I'd become so irrelevant so fast... And to clothes. There is something to be learned in this moment, but I can't quite tell... "Well, I'm off you two. And don't go sneaking into your room like last night while I'm gone." My heart drops, and I look and see Hannah's embarrassed face.

Ellie takes off towards the door and leaves before I can even stand and try to explain. "Oh my God!! That's so embarrassing!! Does she think we had sex?!" Hannahs's asking all the questions going through my head right now.