It's his Lips, Everytime

chapter 3

Khadija braced herself to return home, taking her purse and mobile as she descended from her car. Within twenty minutes, she found herself standing in front of her door, contemplating how to enter and what to say to the familiar yet unfamiliar stranger she encountered the night before. The anticipation of facing the unknown within her own home weighed on her, and she took a moment to gather her thoughts before opening the door.

As Khadija stood before her door, a hand reached past her to enter the passcode. The sudden closeness and familiarity of the tall figure behind her caused her to recognize the person's identity. With a mix of surprise and realization, she watched as the door opened, revealing the interior of her home and the presence of the enigmatic stranger from the night before.

As Khadija stood there, feeling awkward and embarrassed, the tall man leaned in close to her ear, his breath causing her skin to flinch. "You don't want to go inside, babe?" he whispered.

Before she could react, Khadija darted inside, intent on removing her heels and retreating to her room. However, the man slowly closed the door behind them, then wrapped his arm around her hips and effortlessly lifted her with one hand, a large grocery bag in the other.

"Tane? What are you doing? Put me down! I didn't remove my heels yet," she protested, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Oh, now you remember the nickname you gave me last night during our... *sensual conversation* in bed?" he teased, setting her down gently at the kitchen table and placing the grocery bag nearby.

As Khadija tried to make sense of her sudden use of the nickname and recollect the events of the previous night, he continued, "Seeing your clueless reaction, you still don't remember what you did last night it seems? Want me to help you?" he asked, his deep voice resonating as he stood before her, her legs trapped between his stance. He poured a glass of water and offered it to her, his gaze fixed on her with curiosity.

Khadija looked at him expectantly, her curiosity piqued, ready to hear the story of their shared experiences from the night before.

He chuckled and handed her a glass of water, only to surprise her by pouring it on himself. Khadija was taken aback by the unexpected act, but as she looked at his dark tanned skin revealed beneath the wet white T-shirt, a strange memory from the previous night flashed through her mind.

"Hottie, you know what, I like this. You have totally my type of body," She told him while grasping her neck.

the playful guy grinned, grabbing her and carrying her with strength. He slowly unbuckled her heels.

The distinct sound of her heels being unbuckled brought Khadija back to reality. She was flustered, unsure of how to explain her indecent actions from the previous night. Desiring to avoid dwelling on her behaviour, she was suddenly flooded with memories of the night before. Tanner tossed her heels aside, pulled her closer, and placed her on the tall kitchen table. With her nose and lips dangerously close to his forehead, she felt his gasping breath on her neck and below it. She gulped, apprehensive about denying anything as the memories of their intimate encounter replayed in her mind.

"I am so sorry. If I made you..." Khadija attempted to apologize, but before she could finish, he interrupted.

"Sorry?" He suddenly lifted her up onto his hip, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, causing her face to turn completely red. This position mirrored the events of the previous night in her memory, and she could sense that he was going to sit on the couch with her on his lap. As expected, he settled onto the couch with her in his lap, gently playing with her hair and letting it loose.

"Taner?! I think we should stop. It's getting dangerous," she mumbled, her voice filled with concern.

"Honey, that's exactly what I told you last night. Don't you remember?" he whispered, pulling her closer. Khadija could feel his presence entirely, her second time experiencing such intimacy with him—or with anyone, for that matter.

"Taner, you have no idea how I feel. This is very new and embarrassing for me. I'm sorry for last night. I'll accept any punishment. Now, please let me go," she pleaded, pushing against him to break free from his hold.

"Punishment?" he chuckled, pulling her closer by her thighs until she fell against his chest.

"Hey? Who is she?" Khadija suddenly sat up straight, her tone serious as she confronted him.

She noticed his face darken slightly, unable to provide a clear answer. Sensing an opportunity to escape, she jumped down from his lap, shooting sharp words at him. "I don't think she's just your friend. So, nowadays you guys go play around without your girlfriend?"

Hungry and frustrated, Khadija searched the fridge for something to eat, only to find it empty. Turning to the table in search of fruit, she muttered, "Heck yeah! I haven't gone grocery shopping in ages."

Suddenly, Taner stood up, making her nervous once more. With a smooth motion, he removed his wet T-shirt, executing the move with the finesse of a Hollywood hero in a romantic movie. Khadija quickly turned around, pretending not to notice. Taner approached the table, retrieving bread and jam from his shopping bag and placing them on the table before her.

"Here, have this for dinner. I'm not in the mood to cook for you. Arrange these things properly in your fridge. I'll check up on your work tomorrow. As for the answer you need, I don't think it's the right time for you to know about it yet. But it's not what you think," he explained before leaving the room and closing his door behind him.

Khadija seethed with annoyance at his every word. "What the hell? How old is that kid again? How dare he ask me to do chores in my own house? And what was that 'not yet' nonsense? Flabbergasted!" She kicked the dustbin in front of her, venting her frustration to herself.