Youth's Dew

Chapter 10

Pann

The first thing I realize is I'm not on my old couch in my studio apartment or my lumpy bed, because I smell freshness, and not the scents of old and moldy wall paper. Cautiously I open my eyes, and see Joven, correction I see my hot husband. He's still fully clothed but his shirt has risen up and I can see the smallest section of skin on his stomach, as he is splayed across the bed. We are both definitely used to sleeping alone, what to do now? Looking around his room I see shades of green on his window treatments, and blanket. His mother probably decorated the room or as much as he would let her help, because the walls are mostly bare of any other décor.

Light comes in and I'm reminded why I woke up; bathroom. Rolling out carefully, as to not wake up Joven, I head to the bathroom. Quietly closing the door, and see my small bag on the floor. He wasn't really "into" me last night, but maybe it was because he was tired? I'll take a quick shower and make breakfast. What man turns down food? It was how my mom always got what she wanted from my dad, and it worked every time.

Picking up my bag, a small box falls out onto the floor. Odd, why would Joven bring the contents from the safety deposit box from Virginia? On second thought, good job Joven, it's safer here than in my apartment. I'm showered, dressed and in the kitchen in record time, not wanting to be caught indecent. He must already think I'm quite the floozy for throwing myself at him last night. Dewbie girls must be quieter and more subdued? Well, I can try that, even though witty sarcasm seems more my style.

Finding everything I need for a traditional breakfast, I'm busy cooking and don't even here Joven enter the room.

"Did you sleep well, wife?" He asks, and looks just as hot with his tussled hair and rumpled pajamas. It should be a sin, for a man to look that good rolling out of bed. I avert my eyes, looking back at my cooking bacon, lest I throw the skillet in my hands into the sink and make a dive for him.

"Yes, your bed is much more comfortable than my small couch, I slept like a sloth after a food coma," I add, and go back to cooking.

"Good, umm, do you need any help?" he says, and comes up behind me and whispers close to my right ear. Chills, actual chills, all the way down both arms. I lean forward a little away from him, seriously need to remove him like a wart, or I won't be responsible for my lustful actions upon his person.

"I'm almost done, even with one arm," I add smiling. "If you want to get dressed, we can eat and then we can start this world tour you promised me." Go, go, go, Joven, you are not safe: I'd be on you, faster than I would a funnel cake.

"Sure, I'll get dressed and show you our magical kingdom." He gives me a quick kiss on the side of my neck, right below the ear, good grief! A girl can only take so much, I'm going to attack him and really not caring how "easy" he thinks I am; he moves away before I can turn and sink my teeth into his neck.

Get it together, Pann, "it" will happen when both parties are ready. Joven needs time to adjust to his new life and the reaction to marrying a new friend out of obligation. I'm at my mental "Joining Party," decorations are up, punch and snacks are ready, music blaring in the background— but I'm alone, my "date" (aka: spouse) just needs time.

By the time he returns, dressed and delicious, our breakfast is on the table and we sit down to eat together. Not having much of an appetite for food, but maybe something else edible across from me at the table....