Before getting up to go into the kitchen I grabbed the remote to turn the TV down a bit knowing I would get scared as soon as the title screen popped up. After going back and forth a couple of hours ago about what film I should watch I just settled on the classic Halloween movie, you know, the one with Michael Myers.
leftover pizza was in the oven and spicy wings were sitting on the table. I ordered them early along with some mozzarella sticks but my hunger got the best of me while watching House of wax. Man, that movie made me itch just thinking about it sent shivers running through my body.
I grab the three slices out of the oven and drop them on the plate.
" fuck" I hiss out in pain from me touching the crust. I take everything with me to the couch and proceed to turn the TV back up.
Just as Myers plunges the knife into Bob's chest a sudden knock at the door startles me making my breath hitch instantly making my heart rate jump. Just as I was about to walk over and look through the peephole something crashed in my bedroom.
Now come on Jamila if this were your standard slasher film the door would already be open and the girl would be sliced up like Thanksgiving turkey. I take a deep breath and tip toe into the kitchen to grab a skillet. Worst comes to worst the person on the other side gets a concussion. I'm not risking it but what are the odds? I so happen to be indulging in horror films on a Halloween night. Not once, but two times a loud sound happens. coincidence I think not.
Step one, don't call out and leave the tv un paused they will never suspect me coming.
I peeped through the hole and no one was there. For fucks sakes Jamila open the damn door this isn't scream. I take a deep unsteady breath and swing open the door ready to defend myself.
A sudden hand grabs my wrist making me scream unleashing my inner babe ruth
" JAMILA PUT THE PAN DOWN!" The man grabs the pan and throws it on the ground gripping me coming to my senses. I now realize who was touching me.
"AAHIL what the hell are you doing here?" After calming down he lets me go. I look down and see his bags beside him with the pan laid on top. "Didn't anyone tell you not to seek up on black people like that!" I slap his shoulder and he chuckles at my paranoia
"Well, to answer your first question I came to surprise you but if I knew I would almost be sent to the hospital I would have texted." He rubs my shoulder with his thumb and bends down to hand me the pan back. I walk back to the living room wait..
" Aahil go check my room please?" He gives me a sympathetic look and takes the pan from me
" you sure you're not gonna have me knock someone out?" I roll my eyes and he just smirks venturing further into my apartment.
"Will you stop playing around and go look please I would like to be alive tomorrow!" He playfully tipped toed into my room but stopped. Once he opened the door I hear him let out a sigh and chuckle. The light switches on and he walks back over with something in his hand.
"Looks like you are gonna need a new one," he says while holding my broken lamp. Now, how did that even fall off my nightstand? He chuckles while shaking his head
"Those movies are messing with you habibti." He places it in the trash seeing as how there's no way I could fix that. He carefully puts the pan on the table and walks towards me. Before I knew it, his lips were attacking mine. I couldn't help but let out a moan.
"Do you wanna join me I think I still have some wings left or something else in the fridge if you want?" He kisses my forehead and rubs my back
"Yeah, as long as you promise not to have any more weapons?" He tilts his head at me and I playfully roll my eyes.
"Yeah yeah yeah now sit I'm not restarting it through." I walk towards the couch and I feel his hands wrap around my waist letting me know he wants me to sit on him.
"That's fine" He kisses my neck and rests his chin in the crevice as we sit down together finishing up the rest of the movie.
Another jumpscare gets me and he laughs at me.
"It's not funny, did you not see that man?" He pulls me in more fully resting his hand in my lap.
"Well, they would still be alive if they didn't call out."
After about thirty minutes the movie ends and I get up from his lap to go get something to drink. As easing up from his lap he grips me back down
"No, stay here." He kisses the back of my neck and breathes out "I missed you so much."
I turn around so that I'm facing him though there was some resistance since he thought I was going to get up again.
I was met with his eyes looking at me with such adornment. I cup his face and take a good look at him.
" I wanted to ask you something." I lean over to flip the tall lamp on in the corner and he places his hands on my thighs gently making circles with his thumbs
" How would you feel if I asked you to stay with me for a couple of months?" Stay with him?... for a couple of months? Gosh, this is a lot to think about.
" I would have to figure a lot of things out... Um, when do you want me to come?" He gives me a slight smile
" December all the way till February. It's no rush for you to decide but I really want to spend this time with you." I'm gonna have to do some heavy convincing when I talk to my boss about being able to work from home if I say yes.
" I'll have to talk to my boss. We don't have anything big coming up just articles that need to go out so hopefully, he won't mind." I let out a sigh and he caressed my face.
"If you need me to talk to him I'm sure I could work something out." He winks causing me to chuckle at his silliness.
" Okay, I'll keep that in mind if he gets stubborn." I lean in and give him a kiss on the lips let's put a deep groan as I pull away.
" God I missed that."
"Come in, let's go to bed we can talk more in the morning." I finally get up from his lap taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom.
There's nothing like going to bed and waking next to the person you love....
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