Painting

Chapter 45

I wake up far away from Victor. His bed is so big. I squirm my way toward him. When I'm near, he puts me on top of him in a strange maneuver. He wraps me in his arms and kisses my forehead.

-Greetings, my Goddess.

-Good morning!

-What do you want to do today?

-I don't really know.

-Well, I thought we could stay in bed, eat breakfast and then I have to go pick up some things, so you will stay with Tyler.

-Pick up things?

-It's Christmas in two weeks.

-And I can't come?

-No.

-Why?

-I don't want you to see your gift.

-You are not going to buy me Christmas presents, are you?

-Of course, I am. I thought about getting you a necklace, but it's really cliché...

-But you've only known me for a couple of weeks...

-For me, for us, Tyler and me, it feels like years. It may sound cliché, once again, but I think you've changed my world.

-Change your world?

-The way, I see the world, you've got such an interesting way of seeing it.

I look down at his shoulders.

-Now, I want to change the way you see yourself.

-Good luck.

-It hasn't changed at all?

He takes my hand and slide our fingers together. I take a peek at his chest, not knowing what to say.

He squeezes one of my breasts to get my attention back. I whisper in his ear:

-A little bit. However, I don't feel like a goddess...

I can't even finish my sentence, it happens often these days. He flips me over.

-Wait! I didn't even finish my sentence. I was going to say...

-What?

-I was going to say, I don't feel like a goddess, yet.

-I understand, what are your arguments?

-My arguments?

-With a thesis like that, you must have convincing arguments.

-Well, I...

-You'll have to state them while I'm fighting with your tongue.

-Fighting?

He proceeds to french kiss me. When he stops, I say:

-You have a convincing argument here, sir.

-Don't I?

-But it's not fair, I couldn't state my arguments correctly.

-Fair enough, I'll give you time to think about it. We've spent so much time in bed, I lost my perception of time. I have to go pick up some things. I don't have time to take a breakfast.

-At least, bring something for the road.

-I will.

He gets up and puts a teeshirt on. He kisses my forehead and leaves the room. I sigh and hold the pillow he slept on. It's creepy, but I don't care.