Take Me With One Kiss

Ch. 2 - I Want You to Be My Woman

Ch. 2 - I Want You to Be My Woman

I pushed against his body, but he was so much bigger than me, and my efforts were useless. Finally, Ijust gave up and let my hands fall by my side. It had been so long since he held me like this, and I forgot how tight his hold on me was. He was so much bigger than I remembered. If it weren't for the warmth that emitted from his body, I would have thought that a stranger was holding me.

Keith knew me better than anyone. He knew that I gave up from my silence, and he knew I had allowed him to do whatever he wanted. He pulled away from me slowly, and he stared into my eyes. He ran his fingers through my wet hair slowly, pushing it behind my ear, and carressing my cheeck with the back of his palm. 

Keith was affectionate. He always was, and he never failed to show me his affections. He kissed my forehead, my cheek, but he didn't kis my lips. Instead, he touched my lips with his thump. He was a teaser. He wanted me to desire him just as much as he desired me. He knew that despite whatever he did, he wouldn't be able to make me kiss him first. That was why he couldn't wait anymore, and he claimed my lips. 

 He pulled me up against him and carried me to the bed. He lay me down gently, moving his lips to the nape of my neck. He was in no rush, and he showed that through the trail of kisses from my neck down to my chest. He removed my rope slowly, just enough to reveal my shoulders. I was too unresponsive to his actions, and he stopped himself. 

He touched my face, and his eyes narrowed. "Why aren't you stopping me?" he whispered. 

"You never really listened to me," I said, looking straight into his eyes so he could see what he had done to me. "Even if I said no, you would still hold me. You were always the type to do whatever you wanted, and my feelings were never your concern."

 He pulled my robe back into place and got off me, but he didn't leave. Instead, he lay back on the bed nex to me. He took my hand and held it. This was something I got used to whenever we were together.This was something he always did whenever he felt sorry. He never looked at me, but he was always holding my hand. It was his way of saying that he never wanted to let go of me, no matter what happened between us.

"Do you remember?" he said. I turned my head and glanced at him. He looked back at me, with a sad smile. "This was how our first date was like." 

I turned away immediately before the memory came back. It would have stayed that way if he hadn't continued. 

"We were suppose to go ice skating, but then you got sick," he chuckled as he said this. "You couldn't even get out of bed." He paused, and I was unexpectedly waiting for him to continue. I knew the story. I knew what happened. So why was I waiting for him to tell me about it? It shouldn't even matter at all, because I chose to forget everything about him. So why was I having second thoughts?

"You were very cute, Mari," he chuckled. "I couldn't leave you alone for even a second. You never wanted me to leave, always clinging to my arm, even after you fell asleep. That was the first time you showed me how much you needed me." He looked at me again, and he smiled sadly. "It made me really happy, Mari."

 I sighed and turned to look at him. "Why are you telling me this now?"

He gripped my hand tighter. "I want to let you know that you will always be in my heart." 

"I don't believe you." It was clear in my tone that nothing he said would make me change my mind. This man was full of words,and his actions weren't there to prove them.What was I suppose to believe in?

"It's been two years, Keith. What makes you think our feelings are still the same?"

"You're right," he said reluctantly, "but those who are meant to be together will always find their way back to each other."