Way Back Into Love

Chapter 5

It's Sunday.

I have already gone to church.

And I am doing NOTHING.

I mean, except breathing of course.

I literally am doing nothing.

And I can feel the severe heat from the sun.

I wish I could go on a vacation. But I have a job to do and I'm starting to hate it.

It's so hot so hot so hot so hot so

Jasonbae calling...

I quickly licked up my phone and answered it immediately.

"Hi Jason," I greeted.

"Hey. Someone's got a bright day"

"Is that you?"

He laughed, "maybe"

"Oh come on!" I laughed along. I missed him. A LOT. he's been away for ages from me and I can't even help myself but wonder if.. If.. You know, he found some girl over there.

I shook the thought.

"So have you eaten yet?" He asks.

"Nope"

"Good"

What's that supposed to mean?

And then there's a knock on the door.

And suddenly I'm scared. Nobody knocks at my door except for Jason. But if it is him... No. He's far away and he said that he'll be back after a day or two. It couldn't be him.

I looked at my phone but I saw that our call ended. I tried to call again but he won't answer it so I proceeded to the door. I peeked at the hole on the door, which has some name I forgot. But the guy standing was facing his back against me. So I can't really see his face.

But he seems familiar.

So with my greatest instinct, I opened the door.

"Can I help you?" I asked. His back is still facing me.

"Yeah, I am here for Janine Asche," I gasped, "she ordered this"

Oh my gosh.

I hugged him tight.

Oh god, I missed him so much.

"I knew it was you" I whispered. Jason smiled wide and I can see that he's happy to see me too.

"Of course," he kissed my cheek. "I missed you too" and he kissed my lips.

It's been months since I felt his lips.

"Come on. I bought you food. I thought you might be hungry" I led him inside my condo and ate the food he bought.

"I'll wash the dishes and you, " he points a finger at me, "take a bath. I can smell your sweat from here."

And I did what he said.

After I took a bath, which is not so long, maybe, I went straight to the kitchen finding no Jason in there.

Where is he?

I saw the dishes were cleaned and stacked carefully on the rack. But really, where the heck is he?

I went to the living room. Still no sign of him.

And then two hands captured me.

I gasped.

"Found you," he whispers in my ear. And it makes my spine tingle. I always got this feeling when he's around.

"Obviously. I didn't found you" I turned my heel, facing him. And we're inches away. And I can see nothing but his face. His eyes. His nose. His lips.

So pink and sweet and puffy.

And in a second it found mine.

I drink in the moment. I haven't kissed him in 3 months, 7 days, 2 hours and 2 minutes. And now I do.

I put my hands on his neck and he did too, deepening the kiss. His hands travel down my waist, to my shoulder, to my back and I breathe in for air but he pulled me back.

I didn't want to finish this moment. I missed this. I missed him. Everything about him.

Slowly, he laid me down on the sofa, not breaking the kiss. I touched his hair, so soft. Softer than mine.

He was holding the hem of my shirt and I knew what he was thinking. I want it too but not yet this time.

Sure, we make out but we never really made love before. I mean, was it done after you get married? I have read this book before that marriage is a spiritual binding between you and your partner and the honeymoon is the physical binding wherein you surrender yourself completely to the one you love, that's why it's called 'making love'.

And I do believe in that.

But just as him, I too, can't help it. Now that he's taken off his shirt, exposing his leaned figure.

And then I gave up. I let him do my work. He took off my shirt and tossed it away.

From my lips, his lips traveled down my neck, my jaw, my shoulder. And I did it too, including his chest. And as I kiss his lips with all the passion I've got, he kissed back eagerly.

He's on the verge of unbuckling his belt when my phone rang.

And I didn't know if it saved me from the situation or just made it worse.