The Lion & Lioness

From His Pov

Alanis
Last night, Zyla insisted on making breakfast once was got home. I was skeptical at first, but she delivered. That was one of the best omelets I've ever had, and her blueberry waffles made me feel like a kid again. My mother use to make them all the time. The more I learn about her the more invested I become. I don't know how I'm going to do it but I have to make her mine.

"You can use other parts of the house. You don't have to sit on the floor in an empty room." I approach her open lounge room door. To find her sitting with her legs folded, drawing on a tablet.

"It's not empty and I'm planning, see," She turns the screen to face me and points to the boxes behind the door. "The far right corner will be my art area, im turning the adjacent corner with the window into a reading nook." She excitedly shows me the different sketches she's made.

"Would you like some help," I asks pulling up my sleeves. Stepping into the room.

"Four hands are always better than two," she holds out her hand for me to help her up.

"Where do you want me?" I asks pulling her up, and the smile she gave me- let me know, these feelings aren't one sided.

"I-mhm- can you help me put together the book shelf?" She giggles, pouring the supplies out of the box.

"Yes," I grab the instructions off the floor and start sorting everything.

"I had fun, with you guys last night. I'd like to say I'm not a violent person, but I am. I don't like to be though. If that counts for anything." She pulls a different box to the other corner.

"You didn't do anything wrong. Mya and I broke up months ago. She provoked you on purpose, for that I am sorry." I apologize, getting started on the bookcase

"I forgot you were a relationship person. I tried it once. It was not for me." She laughs opening the box's spilling its contents.

"What happened?" I prod

"He said I was emotionally unavailable and then he attacked me." She laughs like it's a funny memory. But I guess Mya trying to attack her is no better.

"He what?" I dropped everything in my hands

"It was years ago, I was sixteen. To be fair he was right. As you may have noticed my communication skills are lacking tremendously. We were special friends for months before he decided we should be official. It lasted a week." She starts putting together a sliding table.

"I've noticed a lot of things but that wasn't one of them. " I feel her looking at me, so I turn to see her shy away.

"I'm not keeping you from anything am I?" She quickly changes the subject.

"I offered my time, you didn't ask for it." I set the finished book case to its designated area. It fit perfectly in corner by the window. It looks like the wall was made for one to be there.

"That was fast," She struggled to lock in the right side of the sliding table. I walk up behind her, reaching around her to lock the table in place. 

"Four hands are better than two," I take in her sweat aroma before stepping back. In one fell swoop she turned around, wrapped her arms around my neck, passionately pressing her soft lips to mine.

I deepen the kiss, placing my hands on her waist, pulling her closer. Our tongues fighting for dominance fueled by desire. Her lips as sweet as i imagined, fitting perfectly together as if they were meant to merge. My heart is racing, my soul feels alive. This is intoxicating. I've never experienced a connection so intense.

"I-I-I'm sorry." She pulls away taking my breath with her. "I didn't mean to do that. I mean I did but I shouldn't have. Omg." She panics, covering her face with both hands.