Do I sense something in his tone, or is my mind still haywire? "You don't have to , because I will put anyone who dares to bother me in their exact place." I wink him so that he stops being a gloomy jerk. He is something else. He has no reason to jealous, or does he?
"Okay. Don't do that again, please. You are my responsibility, and I worry whenever are out there all alone."
"I promise. Can we go in now?" I implore. It's good to know someone cares for me, it has to be him.
He closes the tiny gap between us, cupping my face and admiring it for a while, like usually does. Then he says, "No. I just wanted to check on you and make sure you fine. I have loads of work waiting for me. Goodnight."
He kisses my lips gently and then pulls away. He turns to leave, but I grab his hand fall into his arms. I feel so safe when I'm wrapped in his protective arms like this.
The sex between us stopped the day I left his house. It's been three weeks now, and he 't made any advances. Perhaps because he wanted me to solve this mess around first. But I miss him, and the mess is getting even messier instead. That makes me him more.
"How about I come with you?" I ask, looking up at his face as we pull away from the .
"Are you sure?" He asks, tucking the loose strands of my hair behind my ear.
I nod my head. "Alright. You can cook for me as long as you tell me how today went.
Does that sound good?" He asks, pulling me to his car.
Today, huh!
"Sure."
I don't think I would let some details about today slip out of my tongue. I would rather him if this pushes through because I know he wouldn't concede to my crazy .
And about cooking, my gosh! I am in love with cooking so much that I am already the scent of the meal that I will prepare for him. I honestly never thought in life that cooking could be this fun. I have had bliss taking his lesson, and after the , he showers me with praises for how well I am doing. Even he cannot believe it is Ellie who can now make a decent dish—a mouthwatering one at this point. I just a hopeless case in cooking days ago, but now, men!
“Does cooking really excite you this much, or are you having some dirty thoughts in head of yours right now?” Damian startles me, and it is now that I just realized I am flushing from ear to ear.
Well, how can I not grin when I will have two types of delicacies to savor tonight? It been so long, Damian, and I miss you like crazy.
I smiled broadly, reaching for his jaw, but I ended up dipping my finger in his deep . They make him extra hot. “And what do you presume I am thinking about, Mr.
Almeda? I hope it is not you who is having some naughty-dirty thoughts,” I say, with his dimple.
He pulls my hand up and gives it a gentle kiss on the palm. He then cages it in hand, the other hand of his remains on the steering. “How can I not say when you are all the hits that you are thrilled about some other meal and not just food?” He .
I should blush, but I don’t. I think I am past that at this point. We are free to be we want, and we are so okay and free with each other. “Well, you have done good job starving me. You have been a bad boy!” I lament, and honestly, he has one, but in a good way because I know he was playing the understanding given all that I am dealing with. It makes me love him more.
Love?
Ooh, yes. As my best friend. As my sex partner. As the best friend I have ever had. As that I would want to keep for the rest of my life. I don’t think anyone can bear with me the way he did, nor can anyone understand me the way he does.
Nor can I ever feel safe with anyone the way I feel around him. He feels like the that I want to live in forever. He is my dream man. Yes, and that I confess with .
He presses his hand on mine, kissing it again. “I wanted to give you space,” he says, me a glance before taking his eyes off the road again. “I had a lot to deal and so, in as much as I wanted to fuck you every day and night, I had to refrain . It’s what gentlemen do, right?”
Dang! He always arouses me whenever he uses that word. He has this magic of dirty and instead of riling me up, I end up melting to his words. Like now. “I , and yes, but...”
“You would have preferred that I nag you with my dick in the situation.” He cuts me , peering at me with the corners of his eyes. “Don’t be shy. Just say a word and you have a handful of Damian Almeda. Just don’t complain after or along,” he states, knowing him, I can only imagine what ‘having a handful of Damian Almeda’ .
I reach for his cheek, and he leans in, welcoming my kiss with delight. I pull away rest my head on his shoulder, snuggling closer to sample the peace and the homey he bleeds. “Thank you being the best person that fate could bring my way on journey, Damian. You are the best gentleman I have ever seen!”
He leans in and pecks my forehead, his hand leaving my hand to encircle my waist, me more comfortable. “I hope you can stay long enough to see the best of me,
Ellie!” He whispers, and I was tempted to raise my head and peek at him because I that that was meant for any ear except his.