Kaboentle.
The thing that a warm firm chest so dangerous, especially the forbidden one's is that you never want to get up from it, you want cocoon yourself inside of it till the end of the world, the most secure place any woman can find herself in and now here I am wishing that I would never get up again for a little bit more, just a little, just as little as I continue to steal this moment.
"Tell me about, your first few days in Europe."
I ask him as I caress my hand over his smooth and hairless chest and he takes It inside of his huge hand making it look so tiny inside of his and he places a few kisses on it and I smile at this because it feels good before stops and he sighs as he places our hands back on top of him and he fiddles with my fingers.
"When I got there it was mid winter, and when I left SouthAfrica it was still a scorching hot summer so that was probably first regret ? I think... that fact that I moved during winter, I'd never been in that much cold in my life, at some point I couldn't even feel my fingers and hurting alone walked because my toes has frozen up too, but your dad had given me pretty a decent amount of start up money so I went ahead and got myself a few warmer outfits, I basically spent my whole first day looking for clothes because although it was mid winter it was still extremely cold and this German guy that I got paired with kept telling me that this was actually their warmest day of the season and I was stunned..."
He says and I burst out of laughter and he starts to laugh too.
"In my mind, I couldn't comprehend that much cold, I looked at him and I couldn't believe it."
He says as I quiet down from my fit of laughter and he just shakes his head smiling, thinking about the experience I guess.
"luckily the apartment we got had
AC so I would crank it up really high when I really needed to... but since leaving SA I never saw any sun, it was a huge change in environment. I had to adapt to a lot of things starting with the person I lived with down to their grocery store cashiers, I'd gotten so used to our south African culture that a lot of things were so taboo but I didn't really have time to "process" but to adapt because i didn't have much of a choice it was either I adapt or I am coming out of that fellowship with nothing.
Life in Europe is completely different to life back home and I found myself five weeks into that fellowship severally homesick you know, I missed my mom, my dad, kghosi, you... "
He pauses as he releases yet another sigh and I brush my thumb against the rest of his hand and I give it a gentle squeeze.
"But things got better didn't they ?"
I ask him and he shakes his head.
"Things got worse actually... my life there was amazing but i would constantly worry about my dad because he got sick right after I settled in... so I felt guilty for staying there while he was that sick my mother had nobody else to help her... my heart wasn't in the right place at the time, but German guy roommate became my support system really quickly along with his family and through that I started to gain momentum and dad got better and then things changed from then on you know..."
He's smiling again and now I smile.
"You started dating, traveling, trying out different things, experiences."
"Yeah and from that point Europe changed for me... I started speaking more languages to a point where, if could speak Setswana it would feel like I am stroking because i couldn't speak it as I used to."
He says and I laugh a little and he laughs too as he gently brushes against my back and I snuggle closer to him.
He kisses my forehead and I close my eyes as I take in the feel of his soft thick lips against my head.
This feels really good, and I don't want this to end so I prop my leg over his, just so I can feel more closer to him and he chuckles.
"You can't get any closer than this."
