I will never be the same without you...

Chapter 56 [some nsfw part]

song [with Saifah]: Kai, "Nothing on me"  

song [with Zen]: Feist, "So sorry"

My hand hurt but my soul was singing. I couldn't get that wonderful brilliant smile of his out of my head. And his laugh? Oh!! It had been so glorious to hear. I still felt so guilty for bringing back those awful memories of his dad, but strangely my inability to cook and natural clumsiness did what my words could not. Oh!! I'd burn my hand all over again just to see him laugh like this hard.

He had looked so much younger and carefree than I'd ever seen him. Indeed, he was sociable, joked easily and teased his friends, but he'd never looked insouciant. I was ready to try my hardest and give him more of these moments, even if it meant burning the kitchen down. I couldn't help but smile at the silly thought and caught him looking at me with an arched eyebrow and quizzical half smile.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I am just thinking of the absolute catastrophe I created."

A grin lit up his face.

"That was a cooking master piece" I flicked his nose.

"Enough teasing, my pride will not survive. Help me bring stuff to the sink instead."

"Yes, but I'm doing the dishes. I don't want you to hurt your hand more, so you're going to sit on the couch and try to stay out of trouble."

As he chuckled to himself, I thought his sassy comment deserved payback so I wound my unscathed arm around his neck and pulled him in for a lascivious kiss. Taking the time to run my tongue lightly along his upper lip before letting him go, I was happy to hear him groan in protest. The heat in his eyes was enticing, but feeling mischievous, I followed his directives, and walked to the couch to read, smiling as I heard him grumble.

I was engrossed in my book when I felt two long legs framing mine. Looking up above my glasses, I saw him kneel on the couch, straddling me. My heart fluttered wildly when I saw his sexy smile.

"You left me in this state to do the dishes, are you going to take responsibility for it?"

His voice was low and sensual, sending waves of heat through my body. As he spoke, he reached for my hand and placed it on him. I shuddered. I could feel the tension in his body which fired me up in a flash. Holding his gaze, I slowly moved my hand.

"I don't know, I'm not sure it's my fault, but maybe, if you ask nicely I might be enticed to help."

I felt so brazen, my face was flaming. I'd never been this... bold... ever! Thankfully, the added pressure from my movement caused him to close his eyes; he tilted his head back and pressed back into my palm. I felt as if the top of my head was going to pop off. It was so amazing to see him enjoy my touch. He groaned and without opening his eyes, "Hmmmm! Yes... please... please help." I didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't him begging me. Taken aback, I moved my hand away, unintentionally teasing him. He whined in response.

"Please, baby... don't stop touching me. I promise I'll be good."

Unsure about what to do but not yet willing to ask, I decided to let his reactions guide me.

"How good do you want to be."

I felt so self-conscious saying this, but his genuine pleasure at the little game and his unadulterated lust, egged me on.

"I'll be a really good boy and do whatever you tell me to do."

He suddenly looked at me, the intensity making me feel feverish.