I watch Loka sleep and I can feel the goofy smile on my face. I swear my cheeks hurt from how much I’ve been doing that lately. And that’s not the only place that’s sore. I still feel the sweet ache between my legs from last night. It was more perfect than I could have ever imagined. Loka was perfect. For the first ti since leaving school I feel calm and content. This is what I’ve been looking for.
In his sleep he looks more relaxed. His heavy breaths and weight on let know that he’s sleeping like a rock. I’m not surprised, because when I had to get up to pee this morning he didn’t wake up. Just wrapped back up when I got back into bed.
I glance over at the clock and know I need to get going. I’m supposed to be in early today since it’s Valentine’s Day, our busiest day of the year. But even knowing that, I really don’t want to leave this bed. Last night was the best night of my life.
Once we made love on the couch, he carried into the bedroom and started all over again. Over and over again he gave orgasms and kissed every inch of . It was like he had to know every part of my body and then make it belong to him.
I think I’m in love with this man. I close my eyes and bite my lip. No, I know I am.
I wiggle free of his grip once again and he’s still sleeping like the dead. I stand up, then lean down over him and press my lips to his. I want one more to hold over until I see him again. I wonder if that will be tonight. He hasn’t said anything about Valentine’s Day, but after last night, I’m sure there’s more to co.
Doubt and insecurity slip past my bubble of love and I wonder for a mont if he has a date or sothing. I pull back and look at him. I can’t believe that to be true. Not with the way he loved my body. He touched like I was the only woman in the whole world and nothing else mattered. Maybe that’s how people have sex, but it wasn’t just sex. We made love. I know it because I can feel it to my core.
I place one more kiss on his lips before I straighten up and step away. I can’t let my mind get the best of . I’ll just need to co out and ask Loka when I see him tonight. At least I hope I see him tonight. I don’t like the idea of not going to bed with him. One night sleeping in his arms has ruined .
I look at my dress—which is a complete ss—and grab Loka’s shirt off the ground. I’m sure he won’t mind if I wear it. Next I grab a pair of joggers from a chair nearby and slip them on. I have to roll the waist a few tis, but thankfully there’s a string that I can tighten. I grab my shoes and tiptoe out of the bedroom so I don’t wake him up. When I make my way down the hall and to the elevator, I look around at his place. Seeing Loka’s ho reminds of the different worlds we co from and I wonder how we’ll fit when the outside would starts to press in on us. I knew he was a lawyer, but from what I see he must be a very successful one.
I’m a young girl who works in a florist shop with no plans for tomorrow. At least I didn’t have plans for tomorrow until last night. Now I think I could spend eternity with Loka. I take the elevator down and then head out onto the street and grab a cab. I think about last night over and over again and I smile all the way ho.
When I open the door to my apartnt, Tia cos flying out of her room. I texted her last night that I was staying at Loka’s and after that text she was blowing up my phone.
"Is this the walk of sha?" she asks excitedly.
"I feel no sha," I say tartly but giggle and try to cover my face with my hands.
"You dirty girl." She wiggles her eyebrows. "So?"
"It was amazing," I admit, ready to tell soone. "I think I’m in love with him."
She studies for a mont and I see a trace of sorrow in her eyes. "Savannah, be careful. You don’t really know this man. n can be—" She’s cut off when there’s a banging on the door.
"Savannah!"
My heartbeat races as I realize it’s Loka on the other side of the door.
I turn, flinging the door open in a panic thinking sothing might be wrong. Before I can open my mouth to ask what’s wrong, he’s on instantly. He pulls into his arms and his mouth lands on mine. His kiss is possessive and filled with so much need. As if he hasn’t seen in years. His hands tangle into my hair and he presses into as if he can’t get us close enough.
When I finally pull back I’m out of breath, and he drops his forehead to mine. For a mont we’re both silent as we try to find the air in the room.
"Never mind what I was saying," I hear Tia say, reminding we aren’t alone.
Loka’s body goes still for a mont and his face changes a little as he stands to his full height. He looks different like this.
"Hello, I’m Loka," he says to Tia, introducing himself so formally.
"I’d hope so," Tia laughs. "And I’m going back to bed." With that, she turns and goes to her room.
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