Why Did We Meet Again? (Flavors of Love #1)

Special Chapter : Damian

This prompt was from Chapter 28 : The "L" Word. Enjoy! 

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The Morning After 

I didn't get much sleep after the sex. She was snoring too loudly. 

With quick and careful movements, I got up from her god-forsaken small bed and yawned. It's only five in the morning but I'm already up and about. I'm still amazed by how comfortable I have been there despite the size and durability. 

I stared at her flushed face as she slept. Then my eyes were magnetized to gawk at her nice curvy body. Her creamy skin complexion matches so well with the light blue blanket draped around her comfortably. 

Blue is always nice on her. I felt the sudden itch to draw a sketch of her again, so this image of her -- naked under the blanket -- will always stay in my mind. 

Staring at her makes me want to have another round, but if I wake her up with kisses and fondles, she'll probably just get mad so I let her be. We just had a fight last night, I don't want anymore of the shouting today. 

She's no longer snoring anyway, it means she's in deep sleep. 

Good heavens, how I love her. I never thought I'd be given another chance to make things right with her and for that I am grateful.

The sex was insatiably good. Last night was too mind blowing my chronic migraine didn't have much power to attack today. Finally doing it with Merielle did a lot of good things, actually. 

First, I got to know the parts of her that are too sensitive. Not just the feet--she's been always ticklish in that area--but also her belly. She squirmed and squealed too nicely when I kissed her soft, luscious belly last night. So that's a sensitive part too, I added that to my mental note.

Second, I've discovered that she moans too loudly. At first, I thought she was faking it, but then she's a virgin. How can she be faking something she didn't have yet? Her loud moans are nice, so sex in my room would be more comfortable and... private. Another note.

Lastly, I got to realize that she can be very seductive even without her trying. I've dated girls back in London but... Merielle, she is a born temptress. The night with her was really fucking nice. I still remembered how that night dress she wore last night blew the last straw of my restraint.

How come she didn't have any other boyfriends or suitors when we parted? I clenched my jaw at the memory of one man who tried to steal her away. Tristan. That sly. He did a nice job pissing me off whenever he smiles at her at every chance he got when visiting the restaurant.