Chapter 35 Chapter 18 (i)
FAE
I made sure that there were no visitors in my condo the next day—just in case Jigo thought of coming by so he wouldn’t do the 'wrong door' trick again. I positioned myself in the living room so I could hear the doorbell if it rang. I couldn't shake off my restlessness, and I knew it wouldn't go away until I saw him again.
But not a single soul wandered to my door all morning.
In the afternoon, I spent my time filling my small canvases with acrylic paint to distract myself. It helped, as I enjoyed painting, as long as they were just small projects to fill up a day or two while I thought about what to do next with my life. By the evening, I had three good specimens drying on the easel, and I felt so proud of myself.
That evening, I found myself in front of the TV, binge-watching the final season of my favorite show 'Suits' because I was tired but couldn't fall asleep.
Then I was jolted awake by the sound of the doorbell. I dozed off on the couch without realizing it.
I glanced at my wall clock. About ten PM. I stood up and went to the door, opening it, half-awake.
It was Jigo, of course.
I knew it would be him. I had been waiting for him. I knew he would return… just took his own sweet time.
I sleepily smiled up at his most gorgeousness. "Hi... Mr. Wrong Door," I greeted him, feeling simply happy but still really sleepy.
He chuckled softly. "Wrong time?" he said gently, seeing me struggle to stand up straight as I was barely awake.
I shook my head. "On time. I need someone to sleep with," I complained with a yawn.
“Oh good. Me, too.”
I nodded this time. I then reached out, took his hand, and pulled him inside. I heard him close the door behind him.
I led him to the bedroom. He took off his jacket. He kicked off his shoes and undressed fast as I pulled at the blankets I hadn’t used tonight. I rubbed my eyes and blinked sleepily standing by the bed, wanting to lie down but waiting for him, simply grateful he was finally here with me. When he was left in just his boxers, I pulled him to the bed.
“It’s cold,” I mumbled again. “I fell asleep… couch.”
He pulled me into his embrace. “I’ll make you warm.”
“Thank you.” I yawned.
“Thank you.” He kissed my temple. And my hair. “Sleep, baby.”
Oh, that felt so good… hearing him call me baby. “’Kay…” And as I fell back to sleep, I felt his contented hum vibrating under my cheek on his chest.
I fell asleep smiling.
I slowly opened my eyes.
I wasn't dreaming.
Jigo was really in my bed, cupping a breast while his arm was wrapped around my waist, and I could hear his soft snores in my ear. He sounded adorable.
I moved my head and couldn't help but smile at the sight of him peacefully sleeping.
I thought it was just a dream, that I had imagined him coming over last night and pulling him into my room. That I watched him undress, and he settled on the bed, holding me to him as we slept.
I swallowed my emotions.
I terribly missed him.
Even though I tried to stay unattached. Even though I tried not to appear needy.
Even though I played all sorts of mind games to avoid calling or texting him.
He came again. I didn't pester him to, but he came. So he really wanted to be with me, too?
But I truly, terribly missed him.
I moved to get up. But in the next instant, Jigo pulled me back with his arm still wrapped around me, holding me tightly. Possessively.
I missed that possessiveness, too.
"Where are you going?" his voice, husky with sleep, asked.
Just like before, his voice sent delicious shivers up my spine. I couldn't help but smile as his scent and cologne filled my lungs while I caressed the side of his neck with my nose. I missed this the most. It was my favorite thing to do when we were this close—rubbing against him. Smelling him. Filling my lungs with as much as I could breathe in of him. "Bathroom..." I replied.
"Oh." He loosened his embrace. "Okay. Come back quickly," he said before kissing my forehead.
I went to the bathroom, took care of my business, and quickly went back to him. When I finished, I returned to bed. I was immediately enveloped in his embrace, weighed down by his presence, and his warm lips captured mine in a passionate kiss.
I responded to the kiss wholeheartedly. I missed those... no, I really shouldn't use 'most' anymore when it came to this man because there were so many things I missed about Jigo. Without hesitation or worry, I reciprocated his eager kisses, succumbing to his caresses. He lifted his head, searching for my eyes, and locked his gaze with mine.
I nodded.
And no words were needed.
We shed the remaining clothes on our bodies. We both gasped when our naked skin touched. He tried not to rush. He showered me with kisses, touched me in places he hadn’t touched lately. I touched him back, rubbed myself against his erection. I kissed him as thoroughly as I dared because I could feel his wanting to take this as slow as he could. I ended up crawling down on him, eagerly holding his throbbing meat in my hand…
When he saw what I wanted to do, he shook his head, confusion, then desperation in his eyes. “I can’t right now, baby. It’s going to be quick. I just need to be inside you now, baby, please…”