Waiting for you

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Amara’s p.o.v.

My thoughts still go back to the mind-blowing s*x experience every some minutes.

Wow! Just wow!

I need more. I want more. I crave more.

Since Timothy said to really eat good, I am trying to chew it all down.

Eventhough I am still enjoying a fruit salad, my body is already set on getting more pleasure.

Thank God for a little distraction, we started a game. Each of us ask a question, which we both answer.

I now know more little details, like his favorite color is not black, but blue. I already knew Timothy is allergic to shrimps, but his favorite food is mashed potato’s with steak. His favorite season is summer, which kind of make sense since he owns a house at the beach. His favorite thing to do is watching the stars. Favorite sport to do is tennis, but he enjoys watching a good game of soccer, in special the world championships.

We keep the questioning clean, which I really prefer. It’s nice to actually get to know each other in person.

It also helps to calm down my hormones.

He is a little different than on the job. He still has this dominant aura, but is more relaxed. If it makes sense.

His phone starts to ring just as he wants to ask another question.

“Excuse me, Love…”, he says before answering the call.

“Brown.”, he speaks pertinently at the caller.

“Yes, be right there.”, he says looking at the house.

Is he expecting company? I thought we are on a date…

“Can I go back inside to wear my dress?”, I ask him when he hangs up, worry lingering in my voice. I don’t want anybody to see us like this, not yet.

“No, no need. I be right back, Love. Just wait here okay.”, he says with a short genuine smirk and a wink, giving me a peck on the cheek.

“Okay.”, I say with a blush creeping up my face.

Timothy walks to the house and I eat the rest of my fruits, take a big sip of water and lay back down on the large sunbed.

Ready for a nice vitamin shot of the sun, I let the warmth of the sun caressing my skin. My nostrils smelling a faint scent of salt from the ocean.

I can get use to this, I think closing my eyes. I lay there about ten minutes before I feel a shadow over me. Knowing it only could be Timothy, I just keep my eyes shut.

“I asked the chef to make lamb with an extra creamy mash.”

“The chef?”

“Yes, I hired a chef, he is about to start cooking our dinner as we speak.”

“You shouldn’t have.”, I say thankful. “But I could’ve cooked for us.”

Timothy lays down next to me, open up his arm inviting me to crawl in his embrace. I lay my head on his chest.

“I told you, I would take care of everything today.”, his fingers playing with my hair.

“You hired a chef? That’s not taking care of things yourself, Timothy.”, I joke mockingly at him.

“Didn’t I do that? I never said I would cook. This is my date too and I want to give you all my attention.”

“Mm, that’s sweet of you.”

“Anything for you, Love.”

Every time he calls me Love, it rolls out with a deep husky tone, I feel something blooming in my heart. Also a heat flames my body.

It kind of confusing, because even though the s****l tension is undeniable high, this is just a date. Not the start of our relationship.

I know I am playing along with a dangerous game, giving in to the temptation. Specially to a man like Timothy. He can have any woman. They are lined up for him.

On one side, I am that close to give it all up, but I can’t give up on the promise I made to myself.

So, until I know what we are for sure, I should at least try to keep my virginity intact.

So keep focused, girl. We still got this. Hope that I am strong enough

Timothy’s p.o.v.

We laid on the sunbed the whole afternoon, enjoying the sun. While talking, drinking and sharing some sweet kisses on occasion.

I have notice a drop of change in Amara’s kiss. They are still full of passion, but there is something that I can’t put my finger on.

Sure, I wanted to things to go slow between us, only I couldn’t stop myself earlier today.

Amara also didn’t seem to mind, at least at the time. It sounded to me as if she was begging. As if she was pleading me, that really woke up my desire to taste her. Therefore I was more than willing to oblige to her calling.

I just hope she doesn’t regret the happening. Or worse, doubt me.

It will destroy me.

There is no other woman for me.

We talk some more about life and such, having our dinner on the patio. The chef did an excellent job, the taste is wonderful.

The lamb melts so well together with the mash. I now understand why Amara loves lamb.

Thank God the chef brought it along, otherwise I would definitely put it on the menu for the next date.

If there will be one.

“Did you eat enough?”, I ask her taking her empty ice bowl.

The chef already left after serving us desert, at my orders. He insist at first, but I told him I could manage to put our bowls in the dishwasher.

I wanted him gone, for I don’t know when Amara wants to go home.

“Shall we watch a movie or do you want to play a board game? You decide while I go put these away.”, I tell her holding up the dirty dishes and walk off to the kitchen.

Amara gets up and follows me.

“A movie is good with me. Can you bring me home after?”, she ask a bit nervous.

She is fast to change her attitude and helps me loading the dishwasher.

“Let me grab some snacks and drinks, you go ahead, go find a spot on the couch and I will be right with ya.”

“No, let me help you.”

Those sweet pretty eyes. I couldn’t deny her a thing, even if I wanted too.

“Since we just ate, shall I make some popcorn?”

“Salted with butter?”, she ask with a exciting tone.

“Mm, I like a woman who know what she wants.”, I tell her truthful.

“Well I like clarity.”, she says softy, but I heard her loud and clear.

Not actually knowing if she is still talking about just popcorn, I just give her a genuine smile and start to bake the popcorn.

I waited till the corn was in the hot oil, to I put a stick of butter in the microwave. Amara took over the frying pan of popcorn.

Coming back to the stove, she steps aside and I take over the pan, since the corn started to pop already. Shaking the pot at times, so most of the kernels will pop.

Amara takes the melted butter out the microwave, after it bleeped just a couple seconds ago.

She takes the salt and puts a good pinch in the butter, before mixing it.

The popping slowly takes off, which is the sign to take it off the stove.

Poring the popcorn in the bowl, Amara starts poring the butter, spreading the goodness evenly over the popcorn.

She mixes the full bowl a couple of times with short flips. When she is done, she takes a corn and taste it.

If I could have pictured it, I would. The way her tongue welcomed the freshly popped corn, the smile her lips forms.

Down boy, we already had some fun today.

“Would you like another glass of wine?", I ask her to get my mind of kissing her out of her mind.

“Do you still have some lemonade?”

I nod, walk over to the fridge and pour us some lemonade.

In the living, we take place on the middle piece of the couch, this way we have the best view.

I place our drinks on the table in front of us. The bowl popcorn is in the middle of us.

Handing her the remote, she refuses.

“You sure you are going to let me pick?”

“Sure, pick any except horror please.”

“I am not found of that genre myself.”, I say playing with the remote.

I have access to every movie she wants, but women love a good chick flick I suppose. I am going to go safe with Titanic. s**t maybe that’s not safe enough.

I decide to put on Avatar, I really enjoyed that movie and has been a while since I have seen it. Hopefully Amara really won’t mind.