The alarm interrupted us at 6 o'clock in the morning and I felt the warmth of his body leave me to turn it off.
"I'm sorry, love. I usually wake up early to work out with my personal trainer."
I nodded, wanting to snuggle in the nook of his underarm once again. He obliged my telepathic demands.
We lay there, him falling asleep almost immediately.
There was a knock at the door.
"Ayo, B?" He roused, lazily. He got up. I remembered his delicious frame. "Yo, you got a black tie?"
"I'm sorry, Nina, that's my brother. I need to turn on the light."He brought out his tie-rack and I was tempted to think about all the things we could do with those ties. (*evil grin*)
He handed his brother the tie through the door.
He stared at my face. It was startling. (Especially because I know my make-up was all over my face.) I began to hide in his mountain of pillows and sheets.
"You're beautiful. Come on. Don't do that."
He held me. He kissed me.
"Climb on top of me."
((Insert all sorts of deliciousness))
I wanted to be tired the rest of the day, but I was oddly on a high.
I smiled at the thought of him, replaying scenes of him in my mind. His kiss...his caress...the way he lifted me and dropped me.
I didn't feel bad abt my choice. I felt no guilt or remorse. In the back of my mind, I hoped he'd call.
(Is this becoming like the "Trapped in the Closet" series?)