Candy ✔ (In Editing)

-Chapter Thirty Four

I woke up at midday, the first day of the year, with a smile on my face. I didn't feel a hand around my waist but I did feel a body next to me.

I opened my eyes and groaned when I found Naledi next to me. She was still sleeping peacefully without a care in the world. I quietly slipped off the bed, careful not to wake Naledi up, and headed for the bathroom.

I couldn't stop unconsciously smiling at the thought of last night. I'm engaged to the man of my dreams. It still feels unreal. I didn't expect him to propose, it was a lovely surprise.

I wish I could have spent the night–the early morning with him. I wish I could've woken up with his warm body pressed against my own. I wish I could've had breakfast with Justin, maybe steal a few kisses that would make us forget breakfast altogether.

But that isn't possible because Justin is at our home while I'm stuck at my brother's apartment. My dad was totally against me sleeping over at my 'friend's' house. I tried asking for Mama's help but she just laughed as she whispered that spending the night at my boyfriend's house was a complete no. Of course I tried to deny it but Mama brushed me off saying she was also my age once, so she knows exactly how I'm thinking. So I had to sadly kiss my fiancée goodbye and carpool with my parents as we drove to Tumi and Em's apartment.

I know I'm old enough to say no to my parents but getting into an argument with my parents is not something you want to do. We could go from me sleeping over at my friend's house to how Mama carried me for nine months and how my dad contributed in the making process. Eww! Then they would tell me that just because I'm grown up doesn't mean I'm too old to get old fashioned corporal punishment. Too much? Well not for my parents, it's actually too little for them. It runs in the family but I'm one of the lucky ones, I guess.

When I was done with my hygiene routine, I wrapped a towel around my naked body and my wet hair. Water droplets from my shower cascaded down my body. I exited the bathroom and entered the room. Naledi was still asleep.

I place my luggage bag on the floor and unzipped it open. I was still bent on the floor when I felt a shadow over my body. I stood up and turned around, tightening the towel around my body.

"Justin!" I jumped into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. He caught me and spun me around, hands on my waist. I hugged him tightly, my feet still off the ground.

He put me down and I took a step back from him. His honey brown eyes hungrily roamed up and down my wet body that was covered by a mere towel. I gulped when he took a step towards me, unable to move.

"Are trying to kill me?" He asked in a dark dangerous tone. Of course his tone wasn't harmfully dangerous, it was sexily dangerous, and at this point sexily dangerous seems more dangerous than harmfully dangerous. Justin oozed of sex appeal and that really wasn't fair on my side. I've spent months holding off on jumping his bones and it hasn't been easy, especially when he roamed around without a shirt on or when he went to the gym and invited me to come join him. Oh I did join him, alright, but only to watch his glistening abs, strong arms and sexy legs working out while I did absolutely nothing. The way he touched my body drives me crazy, I swear. Just an innocent touch is all it takes for my brain to send millions of mixed signals to the rest of body.

Some might say it's easier for girls when they are horny than it is for boys, but they are wrong. I repeat, they are so wrong. I'm really not innocent so when I feel heat I do act on it...sometimes. So I'm really no stranger to self-service but imagine you not being able to get off because you keep on imagining your partner doing it for you. It's frustrating, especially if they seem to not have any problems on their part whatsoever. Talk about no self control.