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Warning: This chapter is told out of order on purpose. There's a smut flashback through the chapter. Cursive letters are smut. This is two chapters compressed into one.
I woke up to complete quietness. I watched him sleep heavily beside me. The man slept like he hadn't felt the comfort of a bed in days. I guess he had the right to be tired after last night. I had a strange buzz throughout my body and a tingling sensation from my head to my feet. Something just seemed so different about today than all the others and it wasn't the vacation. I rolled into T who wasn't that far from me and pressed my hand against his hard pecs, sliding down to his perfectly chiseled abs. He grunted softly in his sleep drawing my attention back up to his perfectly sculpted face, particularly his lips.
I traced the outside of them with the tips of my fingers. I outlined his nose and eyebrows drawing myself an invisible maze to remember. I remembered how it looked over top of me the night before scrunched in determination, now calm. He always held tensions in his hands sensing when I moved away. My heart was swelling, burning almost when I looked at him. I loved him more each day. I loved him so much it was becoming hard to bare it, to hold that on my own.
What I'd learned about love, was that it was so heavy and so thick sometimes it's hard to see clearly. Sometimes it's too much for one person. Sometimes it kept you up at night, curves your appetite or even exhausts your mind. What I learned most importantly is that there weren't proper words to express it. Only action, sound, touch, could describe the weight of it. The weight of it inside me....
I could have laid their all morning watching him but after just 10 minutes of watching him sleep I felt my stomach growl. I kissed the top of his forehead and carefully slipped out of bed. Breakfast was the first thing on my mind but we had no groceries yet. I decided to go out and get breakfast for us both. I left a note for T in case he woke up and called the driver. After putting jeans and a coat on, I was out the door and downstairs.
" I'm just waiting for your guards ", My driver told me as I sat in the back seat. I'd never gone anywhere by myself outside of the country. I also didn't realize T brought guards with him. Our driver was always with us, in or out of the country and he always had his own flight. T usually didn't bring the guards because he protected me himself even though I was fully capable.
" They flew in last night while you two were at the academy ", my driver informed me. I nodded looking around suspiciously. The next thing I know both sides of the car are being opened by two random people.
" This isn't a taxi- oh my goodness Okoye?!! Ayo !!!You almost gave me a heart attack ! ", I chuckled when I realized they were dressed casually.
" Well if we walked around here in armor people would think we're freaks ! ", Okoye laughed sitting beside me.
" We've still got our weapons. Show her O ", Ayo pointed at Okoye's pocket.
She pulled out a small device.
" If I press this button, this lipstick turns into a bamboo spear ", she smiled slyly.
" Nice touch ", I laugh.
" It's so strange though. T's never brung you guys before. Why now ? ", I asked.
" He's recently become very overprotective of you. We don't know why ", Ayo shrugged.
" What do you mean ? ", I speak in bewilderment, the car starts to move.
" He's coming up with new security plans for you. New strategies and all that. He feared you'd go out alone on this trip ", Ayo further explained.
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