〰 Take a redhead that uses her assets to get her way in business, a curly nanny who believes in true love, a dark-haired, drop-dead gorgeous stripper and you've got a curved t(h)reat.
Then add a nerdy personal trainer, a tall, dark and handsome bo...
I stare at those gorgeous shoes of hers and imagine myself sniffing them. Oh, fuck me. My mind has been rolling towards the gutter ever since she stepped out of that taxi and it's just hit the curb. I'm totally not able to function anymore. And I have the same fucking issue I had the first time she was here. I'm not sure the thought of my aunt is going to fix it this time.
I walk up to the fridge and ask: "Would you like a beer? I know it's not very ladylike but it's all I have and I usually don't drink hard liquor and-" A hand covers my mouth and I turn around to look at Ama.
She says:"I would love a beer. I'm not much for fancy drinks either if I'm really honest."
I smile like an idiot and grab two beers from the fridge. I hand her one and she sits down on one of the kitchen chairs, placing the beer on the table. I sit down next to her and she picks her beer bottle up and clinks it against mine. "Cheers Noah."
"Cheers Ama."
She wiggles her feet and grimaces. She looks into my eyes and asks: "Is it okay if I take these shoes off? I just got them today and my feet hurt a little."
I stare at her and get extremely stressed. My heart beats fast and I feel the cold sweat at the back of my neck. Fuck me. What am I going to do? She will think I'm crazy if she ever finds out.
"Noah? Are you worried my feet will stink?"
"I know they won't," I blurt out.
Fuck. Yeah. I might as well give up right now. There's no way I can talk myself out of this.
I carefully look at her and I read all of her emotions in her eyes again; curiosity, amusement, intrigue. I don't see judgment or disgust. And that confuses me even more.
She softly asks: "You know they won't?"
I nod and know I'll stutter when I try to speak. I get up and open the bottom right cupboard and pull out her black stiletto heel. I put it down on the table and she stares at it with her mouth open.
"You kept it?" I can see the puzzle pieces fall in place in her mind and she states: "You smelled it."
I nod again.
"Tell me about it, Noah."
I look deep into her eyes, "I-I c-can't. I-I d-don't w-want..."
I sigh and scold myself for stuttering this badly. This is never going to fucking work if I can't have a normal conversation with her. I get really frustrated and swear between my teeth.
She puts her hand on mine, "Just swear out loud Noah. We're both fuck sayers. Let's not hide it."
I yell: "Fucking hell Ama. I don't want you to know about my weird sniffing habit because I'm scared to death you will leave before I get the chance to give you the gift I bought you!"
I cover my mouth with my hand, but it's already too late. I'm such a fucking idiot. How many chances do I need to screw this all up royally?
I jump up from my chair and start pacing through my kitchen.
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♡ AMA
I watch the horror on his face and feel a stab in my heart. He thinks he fucked it all up but he really hasn't. I love quirky people more than anything in this world. And the more I find out about him the quirkier he gets. I get up and step in front of him.
He stops in his tracks and looks at me, fear and anxiety visible in his eyes.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his lips lightly.
His arms snake around my back and he pulls me close, probing my lips with his tongue for entrance. I part my lips and his tongue finds mine, rubbing it gently and slowly. Our tongues dance around each other like the slow dance in the club.
I feel lightheaded and my cheeks burn when we break the kiss as I look at him. He looks just as flustered as I am and pulls a small box from his pocket. He hands it to me and softly says: "The gift I bought you and I so conveniently blurted out about."
I take it from him and sit down at the kitchen table. I wait for him to sit down too and open the box. I look at the beautiful bracelet with a charm on it and pick it up to take a good look at it. I can't believe he bought me this and I understand the look he gave my bag now.
It's a banana. I love it and that's what I tell him. "I love it Noah. You couldn't have done better."
He smiles wide and I ask him to help me put it on. He helps me fasten the clasp and I look at my wrist as I play with the charm.
"I really love this."
I put my foot in his lap and say: "A gift for you in return."
He looks so confused that I giggle a little. "Please take my shoes off Noah, my feet are killing me."
I put my other foot in his lap too and he strokes my ankles before taking my shoes off. His eyes dart from the shoe in his hand to my eyes. A tiny blush appears on his cheeks and I see the need in his eyes when they connect with mine.
"Go on. I know you want to. I swear I won't judge you for it. But I have to admit that I am curious."
He sticks his nose in my shoe and inhales the scent with his eyes closed, goosebumps appearing on his arms. I wiggle my toes and watch him closely. A smile appears on his lips and his eyes open slowly. He looks at me and my heart skips a beat. He looks so grateful, in love, excited, emotional, and satisfied.
He whispers: "Thank you. You're the first woman who isn't put off by it."
I study his face and wonder why anyone would be put off by it. It's not like he's licking the bottom of my shoes. Or my toes. I shudder a little at the thought.
I really don't see the issue here. Especially during a private moment like this.
"Noah? I don't have a problem with it at all. There are way worse things in this world. Is it just shoes or other things too?"
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Is it other things too? Do you remember? It will be answered in the next chapter. Which you will have to wait for because I am getting sleepy.
