Honey

Part 6

Calls p.o.v

   I wake up to the sun behind me, shining on the most beautiful creature on earth. She looks unsettled though. She's rustling around, looking at her arms and once my eyes are really open, I realize her skins radiating as if she were a goddess in a peasant's presence (because she is, and I'm not exaggerating.) Am I dreaming? And before I can say good morning she snatches the sheets, wraps herself with them, and slams the bathroom door. I immediately get up with nothing but my Calvin Klein underwear on. I knock on the door. "Tamara? Baby did I do something last night or am I cool calling you that because last night wasn't a one-time thing, I promise. Wait do you think that was an accident?...Tamara."

   "Ugh no Call you didn't do any- well I mean you did. Just uggghh."

   "Tamara just open the door okay?"

   "Call."

   "Hey, whatever it is... it's okay." I hear the door unlock and see it open slowly. I guess I wasn't dreaming because there she was, looking like a goddess, with her arms holding the sheets around her, looking down as always, her hair wasn't even a mess this morning, unlike mine.

   "I think you triggered the curse," she muttered. Her voice changed too...a lot. It's now like honey melting my brain. So deep, sexy and rich, kind of like Priyanka Chopra's. I hold her chin and tilt her head up. Her eyes finally meet mine and they're gold. Actually gold. "Are you okay?"

   "I'm just so confused, I don't know, I just don't feel like me fully. You know." and I realized her voice is my favorite sound. I just smile and nod.

   "You look gorgeous." She just looks down and then her beautiful eyes widen.

   "Uhm Call." I follow her eyes. Of course. I need to get a boner. I love my body. It's my turn to lock myself in the bathroom. 

   "Hey, why don't I take a shower here and you can take one in your room?"

    "Yea that's fine." She says in that voice I promise myself I'll never get tired of. When I hear the bedroom door close, I hop in the warm shower and I still can't stop myself from picturing her glossy naked body on under mine. So I'm there another 20 minutes.

Tamaras p.o.v

   I feel so uncomfortable. I mean I'm prettier. My abs are much more pronounced and my eyes are gold but what are Call and I? I mean he's always told me I'm beautiful regardless of the curse but are we dating now and If so, that was an extreme start. After making his benedict and almost all of my smoothie I see him coming down the stairs, now wearing light Nike joggers but still no shirt. I try to not stare at him. His perfect eyes, luscious lips with his sharp jawline and lean physique. But he can't keep his eyes off me either so I just say," You were up there awhile so I made us breakfast." 

   "Thank You." He awkwardly walks next to me in the kitchen to grab his breakfast and when he realizes what it is, his eyes go so wide I swear he could have been mistaken for an owl with his perfectly groomed hair. "Thank you so much, Tamara!" He says while kissing my head before he devours the meal and I can't help but smile because in that moment I realize I actually want to be with him like this for the rest of my life. He laughs at me laughing at him and we awkwardly sigh after the laugh and look at each other. I hate these awkward moments. So I decide to jump off a cliff and hope that he catches me. 

   I sit across from him on the couch. " Call, what are we?"

   "I can tell you what I'd like us to be."

   "And what is that," I say with a smirk

   "Dating, madly in love, and containing a future where we grow old together, but never feel like our relationship is growing old."

   I smile, enlightened with what sounded like poetry. "Well, I'm glad we're on the same page," I say trying to hide my excitement.

   "So Tamara Rajavi..."

    "Yes?"

    "Would you like to go on a date with me?"

    "I'd love to," I say in a happy, voice. He leans in to kiss me but I pull away. "But Call...can we slow down maybe? That was an extravagant start"

     "If that's what you want because baby, you're worth the wait. I mean Tamara, or babe, or honey, did I ever mention everything reminds me of honey when I'm with you, but in the best way possible of course."

    He started blabbering about how I smell and apparently taste like honey when I cut him off, "Anything except for sugar, cupcake, nuckims, ect.."

"You got it, baby." I giggle and kiss his cheek.