Unexpected Perfection

18

One thing that I learned over this last month I've been talking to Ayah is that she is completely full of surprises.

So when she calls me one day and asks what I'm doing, I think nothing of it.

"Nothing, I just got home from the gym."
I grumble into my pillow, my whole body protesting when I try to turn on my side.

I give up and decide to just lay there and hopefully not suffocate.

"You sound like you could use a massage right now."

"Baby, please come give me one."
I try not to moan at just the thought of her soft hands all over me.

Granted, I do tend to get...sensitive after a hardcore workout.

"Don't cry, I'll come over in a few minutes."
She snickers.

She walks in acting weird but I think nothing of it.

That is, until she instructs me to lay down then starts moving on top of me.

"Ayah."
I whisper, tensing up as she straddles my back.

"Take a deep breath and relax."
She soothes, her breath on my neck.

I shiver as her cold fingers trail down my spine.

"Quit sitting on me like that then."
I breathe, trying to control  my wildly beating heart.

I groan, trying not to melt as she slowly starts to massage my shoulders.

"So are you still feeling weird about all of this or what?"
She asks conversationally.

Like she isn't easily letting my guard down.

I try not to panic.

Holy shit, she did let my guard down.

It's because she somehow manages to make me feel 100% comfortable around her and I end up slipping and telling her stuff.

But I don't hate it. In fact, I sort of enjoy our little moments.

"About what?"

"...Well, about being with me."

"I really like being with you."
I grumble, my eyes fluttering closed.

Her fingers are magical.

"So would it be alright for me to meet your mom sometime?"

I pause immediately.

"Huh?"

"Mason told me the way to your heart is through your mom so I want to at least have one conversation with her."

I think about it.

I never thought of it that way. Then again, none of my relationships ever last that long after it gets that serious.

"I don't think so."
I shake my head firmly.

"Oh, come on. Please?"
She whispers, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on my back.

I didn't think Mason was that serious when he mentioned that she asked about my mom.

Ugh, I bet she asked about my dad too.

I wonder what he told her.

"I'll think about it."
I whisper, well aware of how comfortable I am.

She doesn't say anything for a moment.

"I won't get offended if she doesn't like me, baby. I'll just try to be better."

It just makes me feel all weird on the inside.