Welcome to The New Classic, where the past and the present merge, to form a new future.
Once that no one can see coming...
Join Angelo, Vanessa and the rest of the gang three and a half long years after that fateful night.
Lo kept count. V didn't...
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"Well! I sure hope you enjoyed that, because I'm never letting you near me again, sir!" It wasn't until I put her down that the aftermath of our adult activities started to settle in.
Stood next to me, she was holding onto the sink for dear life as a means of staying upright. I was in the process of running a bath for us, and could only chuckle while preparing the sleek, freestanding tub for the soak she so desperately needed.
The irony didn't escape me; here I was floating in cloud nine, while she was recovering from taking nine.
"I don't know why you're laughing, because I'm deadass. You tried to get five years worth of sex out of me in one night, and now you're gonna have to wait another five!" My head snapped to the towards her direction as soon as the last syllable left her mouth.
"Don't be like that. I gave you some time to prepare yourself, and I gave you an out! That last round was all you, baby." At this point, I approached her, looking down to see her reaction. She rolled her eyes, and settled her weight onto one hip, putting up her best effort to convey an attitude.
"And for that, I am braver than the Marines! I am a true American hero!" Her expression was steeped in mirth.
"I'm glad you haven't lost your sense of humour." Before she could come back with a sassy response I wrapped my arms around her to draw her in. The kiss that came next let me know that I wouldn't have to wait anywhere near five years for another round with her.
Once she settled on the opposite side of the tub, I took a moment to drink in the view.
She managed to find one of her old silk scrunchies in the cabinet behind the mirror, and put her hair up in a messy bun. When she turned her head, I could see some delicate tendrils, which had reverted back to their original curl pattern resting along the nape of her neck and down the side of her face.
Her skin was deep and radiant, flushed with a post-coital glow. A profile chiselled by the most high Himself, I was granted a view of her high cheekbones and jawline, as well as the side of her delicate nose. And then, she turned to face me once again.
Coffee-black eyes tracked in short movements, presumably taking me in the same way I was doing her. Eventually, her full lips pulled into a subtle smile, causing mine to follow involuntarily.
"I love you, Vanessa." The small smile grew into a grin, revealing a charming set of pearly whites. I could only see a sliver of her expressive eyes now, as joy overtook her features.
Eventually her expression sobered and the delight at hearing my declaration developed into something else; something much deeper. Her head tilted slightly, and her deep irises took on a molten quality in the low lighting.
