Make Me Yours

“Hi.”

“How are you?”

“Fabulous. Why? Why are you asking? I don’t look good?”

“You’d always look good to me, Zoey. You know that.” There was a pause as he looked past her.

“Is this a bad time? Should I come back later?”

No. Go and don’t come back at all.

“No. Not at all. Sorry, forgive my manners. I was lost in thoughts for a bit there. Come in.”

She stepped aside so he could enter. The whiff of cologne she caught as he walked past her confirmed that that was what was playing with her mind. How could she remain sane when he smelled and looked so good? She just wanted to jump him and fu*k him till they forgot about everything else?

He was in her living room, watching the TV by the time she finally trusted herself to join him.

“I tried calling your line. It wouldn’t go through. Kelly said you never went back to the office.”

She offered him the pancakes she had gotten from the kitchen. “Pancakes?”

“No, thanks. I had tacos on the drive over. None of your friends have been able to reach you too.”

She shrugged and dropped the plate before sliding into her sofa.

“I sent a message telling everyone I’d rather not be disturbed. I had a very nasty headache and thought to just sleep it off.”

“It doesn’t look like you’ve been doing much sleeping. Here, let me see.”

The chair dipped as he sat down next to her and took her head in his hands. Slowly, he started rubbing her temple. His hands were magic, pure magic, nothing less. And his cologne eroded her senses once more.

“Mmhmm,” she moaned, mindlessly leaning into him.

“Right there? It’s getting better, yeah?”

“Yeah…” she moaned again, leaning into closer.

Then, before she knew it, she was grabbing him and kissing him senseless. She wanted to stop – needed to – but she just couldn’t bring herself to. Instead, she found herself in his laps tearing off his shirt, eager to get all of him.

Awesome, Zoey. What a way to go.

“Hi.” She muttered as her vision completely cleared to find him staring at her. No doubt he had been watching her sleep.

“Hi. Have I ever told you how beautiful you look when you’re asleep?”

“Stop, Xen. Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what? Tell you how crazy you make me feel?”

“It’s not…” She paused to heave a sigh. “I shouldn’t have come after you like that.”

“I don’t hear me complaining, do you? In fact, I liked it very much. My woman is feisty too. I wonder how many more layers to you I’d have to unwrap. Good thing I’m a very patient man.”

How could she not love him? How?

“Xen… about today-”

He didn’t let her finish. “I’m sorry. I was so embarrassed by my mother, and ashamed of myself for believing that she’d at least be civil towards you. I never should have agreed to bring you, but she promised to return to Singapore and get out of our hair.”

What?

“And you believed her?”

“I made her understand that she had no other choice. I know it appeared as though I sat down and did nothing while she subtly talked you down. You must understand that where I’m from, we do not disrespect our parents in public, no matter how wrong they are. Trust me, Zoey… I let her have a piece of my mind once we returned to the hotel. She will be sending you a written apology soon; she leaves for Singapore on Friday. If she needs a vacation, then she must go elsewhere. She is no longer welcomed here.”

“Oh my, Xen… hope you weren’t too hard on her? I wouldn’t want her to despise me more than she already does.”

“Only as hard as I needed to be. I wouldn’t let anyone talk to my woman that way, not even my mother. You are above everything she put you down to be today, Zoey, you must know that. You are strong, and intelligent. You are so kind and generous. Funny as hell, beautiful. You are hardworking and there is no other woman amongst the seven billion plus people in the world, that I would rather be with.”

Her head swelled as tears filled her eyes. “Oh Xen… and here I was thinking it would be best to just break things off.”

“What? You’d only do that if you wished to shatter my heart. Is that what you want?”

The tears dropped. “No. Of course not. I love you too much to hurt you.”

“And I love you too much to even think of letting you go. So, stop that nonsense. We’ve only just begun, Zoey. Breaking up is not an option. You hear me?”

She nodded, amid tears.

“Good. Now, let me show you just how much I love you.”

And he showed her, from the rising of chests, to the rhyming of heartbeats. The mixing of sweats, scratching of sheets and twining of fingers. From the harmony of cries of pleasure, to the scent of their mating in the air, he showed her just how much he loved her, all night long.