SURPRISE
Curse this freaking alarm! Jeez! Is it morning already? I feel like I just took forty .
I slept so late last night because today is the charity event day, and I decided to some snacks for the kids. I learnt from Andy that both children homes' have a of 120 children, so I made about 150 cupcakes. I left about ten for today's and packed the rest. I did not want to tell anyone that I was going to something so waited until Andy retired to bed so that I can start preparing surprise. And that is how I found myself going to bed twenty minutes to four. I to bed in the morning, and I had to wake up early in the morning. I hope he my surprise, though.
I stop the alarm and kick my warm duvet aside, and get out of bed. It's seven in the , a perfect time to make breakfast. As the host, Andy should be at the by twelve to receive the quests, and we are all going together.
I change from my pyjamas to a black sleeveless dress after taking a very quick and brushing my teeth, and I walk to the kitchen. I open the door slowly, scraping my eyes because I know I definitely have eye bugs. Darn! I still feel sleepy.
"Good morning!"
Even without looking, that is definitely Andy's voice. He is already awake?
"Morning." I greet him, opening my eyes to look in the direction of his voice.
"This is what you get for choosing to kill yourself with work?"
I look at him as he stands to walk to where I am and is almost finishing a... what?
A third cupcake?
"I see you have seen them already. I wanted to surprise you, so can you not scold , please?"
"I am not admonishing you, Ania. I am not mad at you. I am happy. Thank you so for doing this. But look at you now, huh!" He cups my face. "You look ."
"Do you really like what I did? Are they sweet?"
"They are super sweet. Honestly, thank you so much. This means a lot to me."
"That is all that matters to me, Andy." I say, and he wastes no time in kissing me on the lips. He takes a break to look at me, and after scanning my eyes for a minute, he kisses me again, his hands dropping to my waist while mine to his neck. I was so thirsty for him.
Kissing has become our ritual, particularly this past week. From that day we spent night together on the couch, I think we have become addicted to these kisses.
Nobody is willing to stop. No single day goes by without us kissing, and today has to be no different.
The kiss feels a bit different. It's deeper, sweeter, and savage. It seems like he was hungry for it too, like he was dying to nudge his tongue in my mouth again. It like it has a meaning today. But what meaning can it have? Will you someday sick and tired of kissing me, Andy? Is this just a game we are playing?
Because to me, it is not. I want to give what we are having a name. I want to give to this affection you are showing me. I want to make these sweet kisses I have become so addicted. I want this feeling of being in your arms like this be permanent. If only, if just only, Andy, I can understand what all this means to , I would be able to give it a name.
We jerk away from the kiss, and he rests his forehead on mine for a while, both of panting heavily. I am panting heavily due to that kiss, and I still feel like kissing more. I drop one of my hands to his chest, and slowly unbutton the first two of his shirt. I sneak my hand to his chest, moving it up and down, basically on his chest. I seductively brush my lips on his and use my other hand pull him to me suggestively, my eyes never leaving his lips. Understanding my , he captures my lips for another heated kiss.
I love how he explores my mouth. I love how he tastes like honey, and I love how hands are moving up and down my back, sending electric waves all over my . I wrap my hands tightly around his neck, and he spoons me up and starts out of the kitchen as we pull away from the kiss to get some air. I bit my lip, looking at his eyes which are burning with.
"Stop doing that." He speaks, looking away from me as he ascends the stairs.
"Doing what?" I teasingly ask, placing my palm on his jaw, making him look at me.
"Biting your lip like that." He answers.
Today, instead of taking me to his room, he takes the opposite direction, and kicks door open after unlocking it, and kicking it shut again after getting in.
"Why is that?" I ask again, tracing his jaw with my fingers.
He places me gently on my bed and knelt with one knee beside it.
"Because you are turning me on and you won't be able to handle me."
Simple and straight, he admits, and I feel my face heating up. I turn him on, and was my ticket to the moon. At least I make him feel something, and not just , but something strong. My heart is happy, but...
"Why do you kiss me, Andy?" I blab without even deliberating. The words just out of my mouth.
He stares at me for a while without saying a word, then he caresses my hair and my lips before saying something out of the question.
"I want you to rest for," he checks his wristwatch, "two hours because we have a day ahead and you are already tired as it is." He tucks me inside the duvet and up.
He does not have an answer to your question, Tania. My mind shouts at me, me close my eyes. It would be best if I sleep.
"About your question," my eyes shoot up the moment he starts speaking. I look at , "we will talk about it when we get back." I nod my head, and he walks out, I drift to sleep, laughing at my mind for being so wrong.
4 HOURS LATER.
After waking up like two hours ago, I went downstairs where Andy was playing Angel on the couch, waiting for me so we can have breakfast. They are giving so much privilege as a maid. My thoughts.
We had a quick breakfast, without much being said, but Angel couldn't hide her . After breakfast, Andy offered to get Angel dressed as I clean the and pack the cakes in the car.
So here I am now, in my room, trying to convince myself that I am actually the I am seeing in the mirror. I used almost all the money I had left on this . I wanted to look spectacular because I know Andy and Angel will kill it. I to try and fit in their world today, even for just today.
My royal blue dress perfectly hugs my curves, stopping about two inches above the , and I complimented it with a pair of blue and white stilettos which are not high for my comfort. I have done everything, just fighting with my thoughts if I wear the white necklace in my hand that came with the dress or not.
A slight knock on the door makes me turn away from the mirror, and mumble a in to whoever is on the door.
The door opens, and Andy walks in, wearing a navy blue suit. Wow, just wow! He hute.. hot and cute, I mean. He is dazzling, more than he always does in his casual wear.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting. I am done. Let's go." I say, and turn to grab my from the bed, but his voice and clicking of his shoes stops me.
"The necklace is the only thing missing. May I?" He comes closer and stretches his for me to give him my necklace. It's embarrassing, but I don't refuse him. I him the necklace and turn around to allow him to do the honours. He stands me, and slowly puts the jewel around my neck, making me shiver when his came into contact with my skin. Thankfully, it didn't take long. "You look ." He says, looking at my reflection in the mirror, his chin resting on my , a small smile on his face.
"And you look hute." I respond.
"What's that?" He furrows an eyebrow with a gorgeous confusion on his face.
"Hute. As in, hot and cute."
"Ooh, that's new. Thank you." He smiles broadly.
"Thank you too. Where is Angel?" I query, before I forget we have an event to and pull him on this bed.
"She is waiting in the car."
"Let's not keep her waiting then." I say, smilingly, and Andy offers me his arm to my hand on as we walk side by side out of the house.
It's time to have fun, and feel like a queen beside this charm.