I live for her

Chapter 9: This isn't you

"How I met your mother?" she said pulling a face of disgust.

I dropped the food on the dining table. "Em, why on earth did you do that?"

"Leroyyyyy," she pouted, tried her utmost best to look innocent and naive. "You said you were hungry." she said in a babyish tone... the kind that vaporized my anger in a flash, every single time. I stayed strong this time. I told my face not to change, flinch, twitch - no signs of a weak resolve: I had to carry on with the script, I needed her to learn not to be so impulsive. Sometimes, it's cute, but she most certainly didn't think with this: rocking up without even telling me. For starters, what if I wasn't home? Or it was one of those weird moments my dad was hosting his... "women". (Or I was crying or attempting to exit Earth?).

I shot her my wtf look with judgemental flames blazing in my brown... or black eyes, well it's the kind of brown that could almost pass for black. "I was just joking, " she said.

She walked towards my infuriated body and hugged me - with her head melting my chest. She whispered, "Baby, I can tell you're not fine." I felt a tear attempt to escape my tear duct and a wave of warmth overwhelm all my cells. It was a rare feeling for me - feeling like someone gave a shit about me: it was a rare... feeling... for me. I wrap my arms around my sunflower. I want to be her greenhouse, all that she needs and it's perfectly fine if it's me being vulnerable with her.

Her worried emeralds looked at my black imitation pearls. "You don't have to tell me. I brought you an extra long chill cheese meal." Her thin pink lips curve into a smile. I lean down to kiss them and feel my cheeks burn into a blush. She notices, I know because she giggles the way cute girls do: she dropped her head and covered her mouth with her right hand. Warm... and fuzzy - I feel warm... and... fuzzy. (Like those ads with lots of cute Labrador retriever puppies... that kind of warm and fuzzy.).

I'd like to say that after chowing the burger king meal and stuffing my face with the devilish decadent triple chocolate ice cream with dark chocolate pieces - I told her everything. But... I didn't. I just cuddled her and probed into her childhood spent in Australia.

In the middle of her rant about the nuances in Perth she pauses and asks, "Hey, have you got Netflix?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Let's Netflix and...ummm...". My heart starts to race, slamming loudly against my chest.

"Chill?" I say, faking a desire to help rather than... fuck.

"Yeah, yeah..." She plants her soft hand on my chest and leans in closer with the kind of eye contact that makes her statement redundant. "Let's Netflix and chill." (I'm a psychopathic perfectionist and all... so I sorta wished she'd be more romantic in wooing me - but I accept this to be our first time, mentally, before it manifests into reality.).

Yes, she said exactly that. The dirty smirk on her face confirms it. She's never said something dirty without laughing afterwards before. She means business... or, umm, sex? I could tell because besides the tease move she played by narrowly missing my lips as she leaned in, I also watched - paralyzed - as her hands inched closer towards my crotch. (I'm just being real, I kind of froze - don't laugh. You'll understand some day you unlaid rude eggs!).

Her phone vibrates; she pulls it out of her turquoise jeans' pocket. "Shoot!"

I told her the whereabouts of my charger and before she left she pulled my hand off her back's bony rod. She bites my bottom lip and whispers, "You can set up the movie while I get this thing charging."

I spent fifteen minutes bracing myself for anything and everything sexual. I even... had a condom in my wallet - so perhaps, this was meant to be? That this is one of those moments where I am meant to go with the flow because everything is just magically falling into place. I started to fantasize about the taste of her neck - her sensitive pale neck. I thought of my hand entangled in her black hair while shockwaves of euphoric pleasure make my cells drown in a plethora of feel-good hormones... as lips and tongues communicated without forming words. I was... my... I was... horny. I was turned on. I was revved up. With the impatience getting to my little man I bounced off the couch to sneak up on her and give her a hug from behind. Then shower the nape of her neck in a flurry of soft kisses as I navigate her flawless frame towards the couch.