Wrong for Me

13|love language

NAOMI COLE—JUNE

"HOW WAS YOUR FIRST day?" My mom inquired as I recklessly rummaged through my closet and drawers for an outfit to wear.

Because it was my first day and I didn't have much work, Dante let me go home a bit early and he would be getting off of work soon so that I could take him where I wanted to. I was worried that he wouldn't enjoy where I was taking him—but I also didn't want to miss an event that I was quite interested in. Veronica had promised to go, but she was off somewhere with one of her many partners.

"It was great, Mom! I really enjoyed it...I got to take notes in a meeting today and hopefully more tomorrow," I told her excitedly as I finally found an outfit that I wanted to wear. The top was a little short, but I didn't have a problem with it so neither should anyone else.

"Oh, I'm so happy for you, Omi. You know...I am still worried about you working with that guy you're dating," my mother replied with, making me roll my eyes since she thankfully could see me.

Somehow some way, I had managed to let my dramatic mother know that the guy I had been talking to—Dante obviously—was the person who offered me the job. And ever since then she's been skeptical, but my mother also lives her life as if this were a Shakespearean tragedy. I guess that's what comes with being a theatre arts professor.

"Mother...we're still just getting to know each other and we both promised to not let this come between us. We agreed not to talk about our relationship at work and vice versa with work when we're not there."

"Well darling, you know I must always ask about my one and only daughter," she sighed, before delving into yet another conversation as though we hadn't just been talking about Dante and I. My absent-mindedness had clearly come from my mother.

As she continued talking and I constantly responded, time ran away from me and before I knew it, Dante was knocking at my door before I had even gotten to doing my makeup and accessorizing.

"Hey!" I exclaimed as I muted myself while my mother chattered away on the other end on speakerphone.

Dante's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his eyes danced between the phone and I. I simply shrugged in response and motioned for him to come into the apartment while I finished getting ready. I couldn't ignore the way he drank in my body, hopefully liking the outfit I was wearing.

"Okay Mom, I need to go. I have something to do!" I shouted into the phone as I swiftly swiped on some eyeliner before following up with mascara. I wasn't sure what Dante was doing in my living room, but I just hoped he didn't find anything weird of Veronica's in there.

"Oooh are you going on a da—"

"Bye, Mother. I love you!"

As soon as she said it back, I hung up and put in a pair of earrings and some other jewelry. I grabbed the small purse I would be taking along and then walked out in the living room to see Dante flipping through a book that Veronica had bought as decoration for our coffee table.

Upon my entrance, he stood from the couch and approached me. I could already tell he was going to do something mind blowing with the expression on his face. I didn't know whether I should be nervous or excited that I was becoming able to interpret his expressions so well.

Continuing what we had started earlier, both his hands came to rest on my hips as he pulled me into him. I stared up into those brown orbs of his, not feeling the need to advert my gaze away from him anymore. I was comfortable now.

He dipped his head down and captured my lips into yet another passionate kiss, much hungrier this time. He didn't hesitate to push his tongue past my lips, tangling them in the process as he kept the kiss slow. There was no need to rush.