Turning Table

Part 70

***Red flags are moments of hesitation that determine our destination.***

🌹Lethukuthula🌹

My stay in this small town has taken a huge turn, To say I have forgotten what I came here to do is an understatement, ever since I met Mlondi my head has not been in the game at all,  Vele how can it be? when I'm busy chasing ghosts, this case I'm working on is a dead end so I decided to just make this trip more of a vacation than an undercover job,

And I must admit I owe it all to Mlondi for making my stay in this place worth the while, you see when you start dating someone, everything that you use to think is more important it just gets thrown out of the window, with how the new relationship is unfolding everything just seems perfect never mind that it's still early days, to be sure it will last.

Right now we are in the honeymoon phase, we both trying to impress each other, both hoping not to do or say anything that could scare the other off, and we are both cautious to open up and expose too much, too quick.

Because let’s be real, people bolt real fast if they think your problems and issues are too much. If YOU are too much.
I admit I am a handful. I cuss too much. I am not “ladylike” by society's definition, I am strong-willed, stubborn, sassy, and I am impatient. And to make things worst I'm head over heels in love with a man who is exactly like me, at times I ask myself if we would work out, or not?

" opposites don’t really attract. Opposites attract if you're dealing with magnets. With people and relationships, it gets complicated." Mlondi would say,

I looked at him and smile, he makes me so happy, and I'm in love with him, and God I hate that a part of me is living a lie with him...
I run my hands on his chest and kiss him, the love-making ended in his house, finally, we are here we are alone for the very first time. It is like the very first time we have been together, just the two of us. It is raining outside while we are cuddling in his bed. It is still dark and I look at the muscular handsome man. That beautiful snake shape birthmark on his neck inviting me for a kiss. I slowly move to smell the scent that surrounds the pillow. I will never forget how he smells like, I look at him and smiled to my self "  you smell like the man I want to spend my life with" I confess to myself,

I kiss the tenderness of his neck and I experience a slight movement in his legs, just a hint to keep me interested. I am encouraged and spend an extra few seconds on the kiss, a slow wake-up, I proceed to a little touch on his face to entice him. What I see is the hint of the smile on his lips

God, he is turning my world upside down, with his eyes still close, his lips quivering in the dark as I try to act a little surprised but in my heart, I feel “Isn’t Mlondi beautiful”. I wait, wait for that amazing moment where his eyes slowly start to open, he is wondering why I have not kissed his lips.
Him:  dimple face staring is rude you know "   "
I laughed and placed my head on his chest
Me: so you were not sleeping "
Him: ushisa kanje how can I sleep?"
He pulled my head up and with every passion in my soul, I move closer that our breath are one, his arms pull me even closer our bodies collide together, his body keeps me so warm inside. And the moment, the lips touch, the mouth opens as I surrender myself to him, It is like a kiss that just takes my breath away, our tongues moving around, as he starts to pull my head towards his. I hear a sigh, the words come to me, his first words in a magical start to our morning – “Hmm baby, why umnandi ka so? ”. It is not a question, it is an approval, it is a passionate recall, a little lovemaking awakening with a touch of naughty humor and expectations of the physical and yet highly emotional experience at the peak of passion. I giggle
" you are so not romantic Muntu wami "
Him: urg Futsek woza la "

I'm snickering as we begin rolling on the bed, he's kissing me and getting in between my legs
But stop as his phone started ringing,  no wait that was not his smartphone ring tone but more of those burner  phones,

" what's that,?" I ask
He jumps off me and looks for his jeans, and takes out the phone in the jean  pocket, he has a frown on his face,
Me: Mlondi ?"
He does not answer me, but puts on clean jeans and takes something behind a drawer, ooh my God that is a gun.
I jump off the bed with only a bedsheet covering my body

He holds my shoulders
Him: I expect to find you in my house when I get back "
I frown, he lowers his face and kisses me on my pouted lips
Him: Ngiyabuya. . ."
Me: uyaphi?"
He runs his hand on my naked body and side smile " I love you "  he says whispering in my ear, when he moves his face to kiss my lips I found myself responding to his lustful kiss,  he pulls out and looks at me
Me: I love you too..." He bite his lip  taking a dry t-shirt from the closet and walked out talking to the burner phone,

I pull the cover over my body thinking about what just happened, why does he have a gun? why does he use a burner  phone?
but I'm distracted when, I look around the room and I realize the mess we created I found myself having a shy grin on my face, but I also know it is the intense feeling of love and belonging that creates sensual fire within me, God knows that give a  women good sex...good loving she will overlook the red flags of burner phones and guns in her boyfriend apartment. . .