The same version of you

Chapter 12

Loyd had been scarce for three weeks straight. I got lonely and sometimes when the sound of the key unlocking on the door woke me up, I hesitated getting up to go and see him. What if he really didn't want to see me? Could I handle the shame?

...but it couldn't go on forever. I had to know. So when at eleven pm I woke up for no reason in particular I decided to check if he was home. I walked to the kitchen... You know those kitchens that are combined with the living room without a dividing wall, so when I walked in it I immediately saw Loyd's laptop bag on the couch. I turned around and headed to his room. We had to have this talk and tonight!

I gave one soft knock and pushed the door open.

The guts! What if you walked in and he was naked?.... I don't care I want answers.

The bed wasn't made but I heard water running in his ensuite. I walked up to its door and knocked. The door opened almost immediately as if he was expecting someone.

"Samira?" He looked puzzled. I folded my arms and looked straight into his hazel eyes. "Have you been avoiding me?...what you don't know how to tell me that I should leave your house or something?" He looked even more perplexed than ever. There was a lot of confusion there anyway. He was completely dry for someone taking their bath and fully clothed. Maybe he had just started running the water.

He shook his head as if shaking off a bit of the confusion, "What?! No!...work has been demanding...sorry I should have let you know, " he explained. I suddenly felt a hot flash of embarassment. I felt like a clingy, psycho roommate. "Am sorry Loyd it's been three weeks and you never really cared to tell me." He looked remorseful. I felt guilt wash over me. He went back in the bathroom and I thought that was a rude way of getting away from the conversation but I turned on my heel and headed for the door. I heard the water stop running but I still walked on.

"Share my bed with me tonight," I heard him speak from behind me. I stopped still on my tracks and turned around to face him. "What? You offered me your bed last time I didn't stare daggers at you." He turned around taking off his shirt as he went. In a moment's passing he was back from the ensuite with a towel around his waist. "Are you gonna stand there all night?" He asked taking something out of one of his drawers. I wanted to see what it was but he wrapped it in his palm and walked over to his bed.

He pulled the duvet covers and tapped softly on the bed while staring at me. Then he smiled and walked back into his ensuite. About ten minutes passed before I smelt his aftershave and felt the bed move behind me. It was fresh and woody. "Are you awake?" "Depends, " I said. He chuckled softly. I felt his fresh minty breath on my neck. It sent good chills down my body.

'Good' chills? Really Samira? He is too close!!!

"On what?" "What you want, " then I turned to face him because God knows the regrets the morning would bring if his breath continued warming my neck.

Does he always look this good or am I already asleep?

"You, " he spoke, softly, yet demanding, manly but not too rough. "What?"

He just said he wants you fool!

"Uhmm... Loyd...." Before I could get any word out, he was kissing me, deeply, hungrily. I wanted to stop... I wanted to but.....

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