𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ & 𝑅𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑒

11

𝑂𝑛𝑖𝑘𝑎

Waking up in her arms had to have been the most wholesome thing I've ever felt. I've done it before, but it's different now. With a relationship now in the mix, I feel different with her.

I sit up in her arms, eyes adjusting to the natural sunlight beaming in from the large open window above the bed. The sun shone right onto her face and I couldn't help but to fall into a trance.

We leveled the playing ground last night, taking turns controlling and driving each other insane as our bodies talked. Sweet ecstasy filling the room from the daring sex she laid on me. It was perfect. We were perfect.

Maybe she was right about it all. Right about us needing each other, or simply her needing me. Maybe I needed her, too. Not just physical but mentally. She challenged me so much and now I feel like I need it constantly. Her sometimes crude humor and unsolicited flirting, I was used to it by now. I was used to ignoring her or playfully arguing with her. I was used to the deep conversations and the eye contact. It's stimulating.

So now, as I'm sitting here, gently caressing her face and mentally tracing her freckles into stars, I'm smiling because no matter how hard I denied her I still ended up here, in her arms admiring her for trying so hard and in the end succeeding.

It was true now, I'm hers.

☆

I eventually got out of bed and started the day. After showering and doing my hygiene, I got dressed in my beige Fendi swimsuit and a pair of shorts. In the mirror, I saw Bey come up and lean against the door frame.

I smiled softly, fluffing out my hair. "Good morning, baby."

"Good morning, princess." She rasped, pushing off of the frame and making her way over. I quickly turned around and fell into her embrace as she wrapped her arms around me. Her hands sneak into the back of my shorts, pulling me closer.

Her lips met mine in a soft peck, but I pushed her face away and scrunched my brows. "Brush your teeth before you kiss me."

"I can't help it, mama. You're so beautiful. Let me get my kisses in before you start being mean to me."

I smiled, blushing as she continued to compliment me and call me beautiful. I couldn't take it anymore so I simply hid my face. She just keeps overwhelming me with affection.

"And to think you were the player. You're just a big softie." I pry myself out of her arms and hopped onto the counter. "Brush your teeth first so that we can go get breakfast and explore."

She did as I asked, doing her hygiene and showering. I stayed in the bathroom with her, scrolling through my dms and messages. I haven't really talked to anyone about my decision about being with Beyoncé officially, but to be honest I feel like it's better not to.