Curved Edges ✔

(91) Trust and Tears

♡ MONA

I'm packing Montell's clothes in the suitcases I found on top of his closet, folding them as efficiently as possible. I thought I'd be uncomfortable being here alone. But I'm not.

It's like being wrapped in his arms, breathing in his scent. This entire apartment smells and feels like him. I dance along to the music playing on his sound system. Smooth jazz. I don't know the artist but it sure sets a mood, every single time. It became his signature music.

I hear keys in the door and quick footsteps coming closer.

A shadow drops over me, created by the tall, dark chocolate man smiling at me from the doorway.

"Hey beautiful."

My heart skips a beat when my eyes connect with his. The look in them... like I'm an angel or something. He makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Without fault. His eyes never wander. Always focused on me.

I was so wrong about him in the beginning. Thought he was a player and not one woman material. Well, in all fairness he didn't think he was either. But he sure as hell is now.

I walk over to him and hold onto his shoulders as I reach for his lips with mine. He meets me halfway and kisses me soft and tender, wrapping his muscular arms around my lower back. Oh this man, I love him so much.

I rest my head against his chest and listen to his calm heartbeat, taking in his scent and feeling at home.

He whispers: "My favorite place to be. Close to you. I love you, Mona."

I lean back a little to look into his eyes and see the proof for his words in his dark pupils.

I'm going to say it.

I really am.

"I love you too Montell. So much. You're my home."

He pulls me close and his voice cracks when he softly says: "Thank you. You're my home too. That's why saying goodbye to this place is easy. It's not my home anymore."

I try to look into his eyes but he keeps me hugged to his chest. Firmly. I hear a sniffle and relax in his arms. He's emotional about it. And doesn't want me to see it. My tough guy. He rubs my back and sighs contently.

He holds me at arm's length and looks into my eyes with a smile, a little glimmer visible in his his dark pupils. "Want to meet my mom and aunt for coffee tomorrow? You have tomorrow morning off, right?"

Yeah, I bet you can guess how that made me feel.

No?

Anxiety to the max!

What if they don't like me? What if I say something stupid? What if I don't like them?

I can't lose him. I love him with all my heart.

Oh, Jeez Louise, I'm having a heart attack.

Okay, I know I'm overreacting but I'm going to faint if I don't calm down.

Large hands squeeze my shoulders and a calm, deep voice says: "Calm down babe. Call Ama."

♡

♡ NOAH

I'm so damn lost on what to do here. She's probably crying over this Donté guy and I bet I'm the last person she wants to be around right now. The last person she wants to break down in front of.

All I could think of was drive. Away from the club. Give her time to calm down. But she's not calming down. And it's becoming hard to focus on the road.