Love Games

21||poking the bear

⚡️Easton

Women's emotional entanglements always seemed to complicate matters. Sharing my space with Amina was part of the plan, but assigning a label to our connection wasn't. I hadn't anticipated the rapid shift in dynamics, but Amina was a woman who knew her desires, making her both captivating and vexing.

Though tolerable to be around, she posed a challenge to my meticulously crafted plan. I had hoped that by the time she was ready to discuss our status, I would have already wrapped up my affairs and could conveniently avoid the conversation and her all together.

Yet, here we're sat, amidst the charming ambiance of the ice cream parlor, Amina pressing for clarity.  Tho, she tries to mask it, I can see the nervousness in her voice. Reluctantly, I found myself fabricating a semblance of a "relationship" I had no desire to embrace.

"I mean, it's not like you're a stranger in my bed," I quipped, attempting to deflect her probing gaze. The lie tasted bitter on my tongue, a departure from my usual distaste for deceit.

But in the end, I had no choice. Amina was still a necessary piece in my puzzle, and maintaining the facade was crucial to achieving my goals.

"I clearly like you, you're in my bed every fucking night," I expand once I realize she's waiting for more. veering my gaze away to obscure the lie. Her softened expression suggests she's swallowing it, interpreting my evasion as an attempt to veil deeper emotions.

"Hey, so we both agree on that, so where do we go from here?" she asks, her smile radiant.

Eager to sidestep the emotional dialogue, I opt for brevity, leaning in to kiss her. Surprisingly, it's a gesture I don't resent; in fact, I find myself enjoying it.

Hell, her beauty and personality were undeniable pluses, qualities I begrudgingly accepted.

"Are we done with the damn questions now?" I declare, halting the conversation in its tracks.

Amina's smile widens, her eyes sparkling with understanding, a blush tinting her cheeks. "So, are we good then?" I ask, though her reaction speaks volumes.

She nods, and a wave of relief washes over me. "Yeah, we're good," she confirms, her smile mirroring my own.

"So, can we go back to my place, or do you still want to go home?" I tease, rolling my eyes at her earlier insistence.

She blushes and playfully rolls her eyes back. "Your place," she whispers.

I grin, seizing her hand and leading her to my car, eager to continue our night.

••••

"Boo," Amina whispers, attempting to startle me as she wraps her arms around me. I remain unfazed, continuing to flip the pancake with practiced ease. I had already sensed her presence; her sweet scent of lilies and strawberries filled the air, accompanied by the delicate sound of her everyday gold chains.

"Good morning," I greet her indifferently, focusing on plating her breakfast of sausage, pancakes, and fruit without turning around until I finish.

"You're no fun," she pouts, and I finally turn to see her sitting on my kitchen island. She's dressed in my oversized t-shirt, which barely covers her bottom—a sight that certainly perks up my morning.