It feels like fires burning in the empty pit of my stomach, no more butterflies, they're gone. She'll be here soon, to soon for me to be able to sit and calm myself down. She should be here in twenty minutes. I lay against the couch, what are we gonna do? What's actually gonna happen? Is she gonna call me out on the act I've been playing her with, or how much unnecessary sex we've had, what's she gonna do and say and why would she care? Maybe she's just gonna come and we'll have a fun date and she'll spend the night even if she works in Mississauga and she'll be happy she did in the long run. Maybe none of this will happen and I'm just delusional. Maybe the last few days have gone differently then I thought. "I'm coming," I smile answering my phone, I quickly enter the elevator and send myself down to get her.
"Hi?" She smiles at me, she wears leggings and a white dress shirt, she's gorgeous.
"Hi," I smile pulling her hair out of the bun and letting it fall freely on her shoulders. I can feel my cock tighten, fuck. But shouldn't she know how she makes me feel? She makes me feel so special, and she's so respectful and sweet and she's very conservative, she makes me horny. But if I show her she's gonna think my addiction is worse than it really is.
"Did you cook for me?" She giggles leaning against my shoulder, my arms wrap around her while he enter the penthouse.
"Of course I cooked for you," I smile at the meal I have set out.
"Wow," She giggles. "I didn't mean it," she smiles at all of the food all over my penthouse.
"I did," I mumble shyly and she smiles hugging me tightly.
"It looks amazing," she smiles as do I. "And there's so much of it." She giggles laying her head on my shoulder.
"How long do we have to do this before I can call you my girlfriend," I gush kissing her cheek.
"At least one more," she giggles hugging me tight.
"We'll do this again tomorrow." I chuckle against her temple.
"You really want a girlfriend don't you?" She smiles against my neck.
"I really want you," my hands slide to her hips while still I hold her just as tightly as before.
"Oh stop it," she turns her head into my shoulder. "You're making me blush,"
"Let me see your pink cheeks then love?" I smile tilting her head up. "I've never seen you blush," I kiss her softly, adding another peck at the end.
"You've only known me two days." She shakes her head at me brushing her thumb against my cheek.
"The two best days of my life," I smile kissing her forehead, she's got baby soft skin.
"Stop it," she blushes harder.
"You wanna eat?" I smile down at her, my hands hold either side of her head so that she can't move, not even to answer my question. "Let's eat," I smile leaning down and pecking her sweet lips.
"This looks good," she smiles at the food, it's still hot.
"I spent a long time on it so it better," I huff and she chuckles.
"Do you ever cook?" She questions cutting her food.
"Well when you live alone, you kind of have to." I chuckle and she blushes.
"I just figured you had chefs and servants and butlers waiting on you hand and foot." She giggles grabbing my hand.
"I'm not like that," I shake my head. "I prefer cooking my own food, I will admit my mom does my laundry, but that's all." I smile and she laughs. "When's you get your nails done?" I smile changing the subject.
"Yesterday," She giggles staring at the gold colour, she's full of giggles today.
"You were with me yesterday," I roll my eyes.
"I left," she rolls her eyes a little. "And when I got home my mama was worried, so we went out and got our nails done." She smiles.
"They're so shiny," I chuckle.
"I made the mistake of letting my mom pick the colour." I giggle and she smiles.
"I think it's cute, but you might blind people when sunlight hits." I kiss her knuckles while she takes another bite of her food.
"What are you plans for tonight?" She rolls her eyes a little, she's just annoyed with what I've said.
"I just wanna hang out with you, those are my only plans." I smile taking the dirty plates to the dish washer.
"So what should we do next?" She stands hugging me from behind, her head rests on my back.
"I was thinking we'd cuddle on the couch, and watch movies, we could go to the screening room and watch movies on the big screen too?" I shut the dishwasher and turn to face her.
"I think we should sit on the couch, and talk for a bit, and then watch movies," she kisses up my back.
"What do you wanna talk about?" I chuckle, and she shrugs.
"I wanna know your intentions," she acts like she's so much older than me. In reality it's only a year age difference. She's twenty one I'm twenty, but she's an old soul just like I am and she's very traditional.
"What do you mean my intentions?" I roll my eyes. "I figured it was pretty obvious." She just chuckles.
"I don't think so," She mumbles laying in my chest. "I just wanna know what you want from this, I don't wanna be your sex slave or something." She huffs and I chuckle.
"You are so much more to me than a sex slave, and if I wanted one of those I'd buy a blow up doll," she smiles up at me kissing my lips with her much softer ones.
"I want a family, I wanna settle down and find a man that will love me."
"I want a family too, but not yet." I shake my head. "I'm too young for a family," she laughs at me but I'm not joking. I'll leave her to figure it all out.
"I want one soon, I'm getting older, and soon my windows gonna close." She sighs, she talks like she's forty.
"I'll give you a family, and I will give you the love you deserve," I sit up more so I lay against the seat of the couch.
"Really?" She smiles leaning towards my lips.
"Whenever you want," I nod and she giggles.
"A couple more dates and you're gonna be a daddy," She giggles flopping down onto the other part of the couch knowing I'll fall on top of her.
"Another one to give me that name," I giggle and she gasps hitting my chest.
"I haven't called you daddy once." She rolls her eyes but they close as soon as my lips meet hers.
"I'll have to change that."
