Once he got inside, he cranked the engine then asked, “Where to?”
I smiled as I thought for a moment. “You wanna go to the steakhouse? I know you enjoy a good steak.”
He twisted his mouth to the side. “But you don’t. You’re only going to eat pasta.”
“I’m going to eat a steak this time. Protein is good for me. That was probably part of my problem. I wasn’t getting enough of it.”
“That could be an issue, at least with the fatigue you were feeling. I don’t think you were too low, though, or you would have had hair loss and dry skin. This skin ain’t nowhere near dry,” he said as he slid his finger down my arm.
A chill slithered up my spine. We hadn’t had sex since Friday, and I missed him. While his family was in town, we weren’t getting in until late. Plus, I wasn’t feeling that great before they arrived. After our day was over, I definitely needed to feel him, regardless of what the results would be.
“What are you thinking about, baby?”
“Making love to you.”
“Mm. What about it?”
“I need to feel you tonight. I know we’ve been busy the past couple of days with family. I know your aunt and uncle are still here, but I feel like I’m about to go into withdrawals.”
His eyebrows lifted as a smile graced his lips. “Damn, baby. You addicted?”
“A full-blown addict. You’re telling me you aren’t?”
“I’m not telling you that at all. I’m just glad to know that we’re both junkies, and I’m not in this shit alone.”
I laughed. He leaned over and kissed my lips, then took off for the steakhouse. “Remember you told me not to ever hold back my feelings?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“Well, that goes for you too. It’s okay for you to tell me how much you miss making love to me, even when I don’t feel well. It lets me know just how much you need me, and it motivates me to do what I need to do to feel better.”
“I didn’t want it to seem like I was being insensitive, baby. You weren’t feeling too well. So I wanted to wait for you to say when you wanted me again. The last thing I want is for you to do something simply to please me when you aren’t feeling up to it. You’ve been going through a lot. I just wanted to make sureyou were in as least pain as possible. Don’t take my silence as me withholding my emotions, wants, or needs. Everything I do is because you and your well-being are at the forefront of my mind. I love you that much.”
“Are you trying to make me cry? I’ve cried more happily emotional tears since meeting you than I have my entire life. I’ve only cried happy tears once before meeting you, and that was when Xavier was born.”
He chuckled. “I’m happy that my words and actions bring you that much happiness then, baby.”
When he pulled into the parking lot of STK Steakhouse, he licked his lips.
“You that hungry, Chozen? You’re licking your lips.”
“Girl, I can taste that steak already. I’m starving. You aren’t?”
I giggled. “Yes, I am.”
He smiled then got out to help me out. I couldn’t wait for the time to pass, because I needed those results quick, fast, and in a hurry. I needed them to put me out of my misery. Not knowing drove me batshit crazy and had my anxiety levels through the roof. Thankfully, Chozen had me distracted from it.
He opened my door and helped me from my seat. “I’m glad that you can walk faster now. I need to get in here before the crowd.”
I slowly shook my head as we damn near powerwalked to the entrance. There was no way Chozen was as hungry as he was portraying. We ate breakfast, and it was only eleven thirty. When we walked inside, he went to the hostess and said, “Reservations for Chozen Scott.”
My eyebrows lifted. He’d made reservations? How had he made reservations when he didn’t know if this would be the restaurant I picked? He glanced at me with a smirk on his lips. The hostess led us to a table, and shortly after, a man placed a bouquet of roses right in the center.
“Chozen, how did you do this? What if I would have said Olive Garden or wanted to eat on campus?”
“Then I would have canceled the reservation. We weren’t supposed to be here until noon, but since they had availability, they seated us right away. That’s why the flowers were late getting to the table.”
My eyebrows scrunched together. I swore I had the most thoughtful man in the world. The way he catered to me was foreign territory for me. It probably was for him, too, since he said he’d never felt so strongly about someone. Just that he knew how to be sensitive and thoughtful, although he’d never had to be, was proof that he was raised right. Mr. Carrington had clearly taught him well.
