Forget-Me-Not

19

Warm. I like how warm the bed is today. I usually woke up cold and sweating because of a nightmare but I didn't have one last night. I expected to have one because of what Timothy did. Timothy. That name alone made my chest constrict with so many emotions and my pillow smells like him. Clove and sandalwood. I also like it when he plays with my hair.

Wait. What?

I slowly opened my eyes and to be greeted by a naked chest. I look up to see Timothy with his eyes closed and his fingers are subconsciously playing with my hair. I know his asleep with the steady rise and fall of his chest. He is leaning against the headboard while my head is on his lap.

I turn to face him and stop when his fingers also stopped moving. I didn't know that I was holding my breath when his fingers starts combing again. His fingers drop when I lean up and kiss the crease on his forehead that formed because of my sudden movement.

I felt my breath was taken away from me when he opened his eyes and looked at me. They are lighter with the natural light that is spreading around the room. He looks confused and then recognition when he figured out where he was.

I press my lips to his, not stopping myself anymore. He paused for a second before responding. This is a good morning indeed. Fuck, morning breath. I need this. I need his warmth and kisses. I couldn't remember wanting something as bad as I need him.

I move to straddle his legs without breaking out lips apart. I felt his morning wood brushing against my thigh making me groan. He remove his lips from mine and I let out a frustrated groan. I move to capture his lips again and he met me halfway, deepening the kiss.

Our hands are all over. He was branding me as his and I didn't mind it all. As much as I like having his lips on mine, I let go of his lips to breathe. I smiled and look at his eyes. They are dilated with desire and I can see myself on them. I'm happy that the Timothy from last night is gone and my Timothy is back. I lean in to kiss his eyes, his nose and place a peak on his lips before whispering.

"Welcome back."

-

"Don't you have work today?" I ask him while he pushed out grocery cart towards the frozen section.

He shook his head and grab a pre-cut chicken from the store's freezer. "Nope, I called Cassandra and told her that I would be taking the day-off."

I felt jealousy blooming in my gut when he said the name Cassandra. You are just overthinking it, I told myself but I can't help but wonder who is Cassandra and why does he have to inform her about taking a day-off.

"Okay," I turn to look at Timothy who stopped and face me. "What's on your mind?"

"What are you talking about?" I scoff and move past him. "There is nothing on my mind."

He leaned on the cart and smirked at me. "Oh, really?"

I nod. "Then why are you crushing the water bottle?"

I look at what he is pointing, confused and saw that I was crushing the half-empty water bottle. I didn't even remember grabbing one let alone drink the other half. I sigh and ignored him.

"Olivia," He grab my arm and made me look at him. "What's wrong?'

I sigh and look away embarrassed. "It's really nothing."

"Fine," He let go of my hand and pushed the cart, leaving me and my jealousy. I seriously just gave to ruin a good day, isn't it?

I quietly follow him around the store, even until he paid for our grocery he didn't talk to me. He's upset because of my stupid jealousy with the name Cassandra. I tried to talk to him on the way back home but my tongue got tied up, so, I decided to talk to him back home.

The silence in the car is suffocating me, so, I decided to speak up. "Timothy," I turn to look at him but he won't look at me. "What's wrong? Did I do something?"

He sigh. "Frustrating, isn't it?"

I look down in shame when I remembered that I said those words to him last night. I felt tears of frustration in my eyes. "I'm sorry," I bit my lip to stop the tears from falling. "I was jealous."

I look at my fingers, refusing to look at him. He place his one hand on my cheek and the other on my fingers. I look up at the touch and as if on cue my tears fell down. He wipe my tears away but more fell with his gesture.

"I'm sorry," I cried.

"Why are you sorry?" He asked in a soft tone.

"I was jealous," I reach up to wipe my tears.

He send me a soft smile. "Why were you jealous?"

I shook my head. "It's embarrassing."

"Are we back at it again?"

I sigh and told him why. "I was jealous of Cassandra."

He let out a loud laugh which made me look at him. He grab his phone and dialed a number. I look at him in question of his actions.

"Hello?" A voice filled the car. The voice however sounded like an elderly already. "Dr. Lopez?"

He smiled. "Hey, Cass, I would like you to meet someone." He gesture to me to speak.

I sent him a gesture asking why. He just nods and placed the phone closer to me. "Hello?" I said, hesitantly.

"Hello, dear. I'm Cassandra, Dr. Lopez's secretary," Her soft tone greeted.

I buried my face on my palm, when I got into a realization. I hear Timothy's laugh while I felt my face heat up with embarrassment. "Oh my god."

"Hey, Cass," I heard the humor in Timothy's voice. "Someone actually got jealous of you."

I slap Timothy at his arm. "Shut up, Timothy. It's not funny."

"It actually is," Cassandra said on the other line. "Honey, I'm happily married to the man of my dreams for 35 years. You don't have to be jealous."

Timothy laugh while I groan in embarrassment and quickly drop the call. Timothy still keeps on laughing, so, I left him inside the car as I beeline to the house. I can't believe I was jealous of Cassandra. Before I can make it past the front door, he grab my hand made me look at him. I scowl at the humor that I found in his eyes. Glad to know that he's laughing at me when 30 minutes ago he refuse to talk to me.

"Stop laughing," I said through clenched teeth.

He held up his hand as if asking for a moment. "Okay..." He said before taking a deep breathe. "I'm not laughing."

We both stared at one another before laughing. I watch him laugh, as creepy as that might sound, I like watching him laugh. I love how his eyes twinkle. I love the crinkles around his eyes and cheeks. I love how his dimples shows when he's laughing or smiling.

I just love him and that realization made me smile.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked, smiling.

I shook my head and threw my arms around him. I pull him tighter to me. "I could get used to this," I heard him laugh, which vibrated through my whole system. I pull away from him and smash my lips to his.

I pull away and whispered. "I love you."