I wake up draped tight and encompassed by Jerol's sweet arms. There is no doubt that right in his arms, is the sweetest and safest place I would want to dwell all my life.
The night was crazily sweet, wild, intense, and everything that pleasure depicts. It was long and rough at some point, and my poor pot of honey can attest to that. The friction I am feeling, the tight muscles, the soreness... I still feel so filled up, like a piece of his member got stuck in there. My!
What a night it was! Ooh, what a night!
"Good morning!" He lifts up his face, searching for my lips which I gladly direct to him as we share a beautiful morning kiss. "Did you sleep well?" He asks me after the kiss, nuzzling my cheek with his thumb as he buries his orbs deep into mine.
Did I sleep well? How can someone not sleep peacefully after such a mind-boggling night, huh? I slept like a baby. I still feel so raw, and a little bit horny. With the memories of last night clogging up my not-so-holy brain, I can't help but yearn for a glorious morning glory. But, damn! My little pot is so weak.
"I did sleep well. And you?" I respond before he notices that I am glowing with redness, but a smirk from him portrays that I was so damn late to cloak my redness. I hope he doesn't think I am a possessed bitch! Or an insatiable one! "What?" I ask since his grin keeps widening with every second that passes by.
"I am delighted!" He grumbles.
Of course, he is! He must be feeling like a real alpha male, a sex beast, a Romance guru, to have me grinning like an idiot from the activities of last night. And me, why can't I get a hold of my hormones, huh? Why am I still smiling?
"Seeing you this happy satisfies me. I want nothing more than to see a smile on your face, Tessa." He says, the smile all gone, replaced with a serious but cool tone, as if he is reciting his sole wish on this earth.
Why did nobody ever tell me that I suck at guesses? Here I was thinking he was seeing nothing but a lusted little bitch! Sigh!
"And I want to make you the happiest man in the whole world." I respond, caressing his chest.
"You already made me the happiest. I am the one who needs to do more." He asserts, stealing a kiss that I don't mind about at all. "How about, we start planning our wedding? In a month."
That got me to almost choke my throat out!
What the hell of a joke...
"What?" I implore, gasping for breath because my lungs feel so dry after his joke back there.
He gotta be pulling my leg!
A wedding? Nothing has been settled so far and he is already thinking of a wedding? And in what duration again? A month? A freaking month? He surely must be joking!
And that is a very bad joke to a person who would give up the world just to stand in the alter wedding of the man she treasures the most. That thought alone is already driving me wild with anticipation - me walking down the aisle with a Cinderella gown, reciting vows and confessing my love before the people and God, and then being legally and religiously tied to the love of my life. The feeling is just, rhapsodic. It's breathtaking, and so intense.
"Yes! I don't want to wait any longer, love. Let's get married and start our happily ever after! Even right now, if you want." He says anxiously, but wearing an expression that says he is far from jokes.
"Come on, Jerol!" I nudge him off, jolting to my feet and he does not stay on the blanket that served as a mattress for us over the night.
"Why? What's wrong with us getting married?" He implores, holding my hands.
"With everything that is going on, Jerol, you are thinking of getting married?" I squeal.
"I know what is going on, love. Believe me, I do. But can we just think of no one but ourselves for a moment?" He pleads, and just then, his phone buzzes from his jeans lying on the floor.
"That must be important." I say when he doesn't show any signs of picking it. "Go on!" I plead, and he walks to receive the call.
Should we just assume everything and focus on ourselves? How will a wedding feel in this situation? No! It doesn't seem nor feel right. A wedding day should be filled with nothing but joy. Not some appalling combo of worries and uncertainties and God knows what else. It might even feel more like a funeral than a wedding!
"We are needed back home!"
I was engrossed mulling over his preposition that I didn't get anything from his conversation. I turn to him, anxiously.
"Why? What happened?" I query.
"My dad did not say much! He only said that he needs to see us today at dinner." He explains, and even he can't hide his worries about this.
At least he now knows his idea of a wedding is not possible right now. Just not now, but I am dying to see that day.