Page 47 of Simply Complicated
Eighteen
“I can see why you made the comment about my showerhead,” I begin as I let the water rain on me. “Yours is definitely better.”
Savior chuckles behind me as he wrapped his muscular arms around my waist. He kisses my neck and nibbles on my ear. I already had earth-shattering, milly-rocking sex with him and yet, I want some more. “When I’m right, I’m right.”
We never made it to the bedroom. Savior took me down on the living floor and showed me how flexible I was. He held up one leg to my ear as he pounded into me. I screamed and cried out his name as I clawed at his skin, tasting the sweat that dropped from his brow on my lips.
When I opened my eyes, Savior stared at me with such intensity, I visibly shivered. He once again branded me as his. His gaze was hot, and his brown eyes pierced into my soul with each thrust and dirty command he gave me. I just know I’m going to have killer rug burn tomorrow.
I came with a loud cry and Savior followed a short time later, collapsing on top of me. He kissed me deeply, licking the inside of my mouth, and he whispered the most incredible thing to me:
“I know it’s too soon for you to say it and I respect that, but I want to let you know I love you, Keisha.” He murmurs to me. “Whenever you’re ready to say it, I’ll welcome it.”
I was stunned. I couldn’t say it back to him, nor did he expect it. So, like a wimp, I said the next plausible thing on my mind.
“Let’s go shower. I would love to try your showerhead.”
How To Ruin An Incredibly Romantic Moment 101 by Keisha Jones, ladies and gentlemen.
I have never said I love you to any man other than those related to me. I know the power in those words. If I say I love you, I mean so much with that. I can’t just say I love you and then we break up a week later and it’ll be like, ‘Boy, bye!’
I just…I don’t know…it’s so hard for me to say those words. Honestly, I’m not sure if I truly feel the same. I don’t know if what I’m feeling is just lust mixed in with infatuation. If I’m willing to leave Savior to go to a four-year university in a few months, do I really love him?
Love doesn’t leave nor does it run. It stays and fights.
I turn around and wrap my arms around Savior’s neck as he holds my waist. “What else is on the menu this weekend?”
“Well, the gala is the big thing.” Just from his voice, I can tell it’s something he’s not looking forward to but it does out of familial obligation. “After that, we’ll just take it easy and see what happens.”
“It’s Christmas time,” I mention, “you have no décor or a tree. You need both.”
Savior nods. His home is marvelous to say the least. It is definitely worth every penny of the million and so dollars he’s put in it, aside from the expensive price tag he purchased it. “I can do that. Where do you suggest we go?”
“Target.” His eyebrows rise. “Or is Geary’s more your speed?”
“I can do Target.” He turns off the shower and hands me a towel. “I’ve never decorated here before it’ll be different.”
“You’ve never decorated here?” I don’t know why the news surprises me. Savior doesn’t seem like he spends a lot of time in his own home. “Not one holiday?”
“I’ve always spent it with my brothers or parents. Never had to.” He dries himself off. “I was always gone around Christmas time.”
“Oh?” I shouldn’t ask but I’m curious. “Where to?”
“Big Bear.” He wraps the towel around his waist and wipes down my back. “Just go skiing for a few days and come back refreshed.”
I can definitely see Savior looking all cozy and sexy by the fireplace as he sips hot cocoa with marshmallows. I can also see him with a blonde bimbo servicing him as he does just that.
I blink the nasty thought out of my head. We haven’t talked Christmas plans because I’m not sure if that’s a conversation I should bring up or maybe he should. What’s the protocol of dating a rich guy who’s never decorated his home?
“That sounds like fun.” I pause for a moment. “I hope you enjoy yourself.”
“I hope so, too.” He brushes his hair. “Because you’ll be with me.”
My heartbeat rises to an ear-splitting loudness. I’ve been around snow. It’s just not something a girl from the ‘hood does. Every advertisement for resorts never have a brotha or a sista in them and everyone knows what that means without actually saying it.
I don’t even own a snow suit. Why would I? It’s not like I ever left Inglewood. Every place I’ve traveled to was definitely inland and not near any snow. “Oh?”
“You said 90 days, Keisha.” Savior sets the brush down and turns to me. His eyes are clear and serious. “I plan to use all those 90 days to my advantage.”
