“See you soon.” She hangs up and turns to me. “I have to go to the studio; I forgot about a session with Jordan today.” She sighs as she gets up from the bed.
“I’m coming with you,” I respond in a low and forceful tone.
When she doesn’t respond, I pull her back onto the bed with me.
“I’m coming with you,” I state.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. The session with Jordan is work, and it could be hours before we are done.”
She pulls away again, avoiding my eyes and moving around, looking for her T-shirt, which is probably on the kitchen floor, where I’d feasted on her. Just thinking about it makes me want to do it again. I watch as she goes to my closet and grabs a shirt, putting it on. I smile inwardly. I like my shirt on her. It fills me with pride.
“Is Andrea going to be there?” I ask.
“Most likely,” she answers while avoiding my eyes.
“And she stays throughout the sessions?”
“Yes, most times she does,” she answers with a frown, probably wondering why I’m asking questions.
“Then, I’m coming, and I’ll do whatever it is Andrea does during the session.”
“I don’t think you coming is a good idea. We are roommates, and I think my friends—”
No, she didn’t just pull ‘we are not an item card on me’. After my mouth was all over her body and she’d begged me for an orgasm.
“We made love several times. I’m coming with you and I’m proudly wearing the badge of your boyfriend, so introduce me as your boyfriend,” I say, interrupting her.
I can see it, she’s scared of us. We were intense. Our love making was intense, and we both felt it. It scares me too, but I would rather find out where we lead than shut us down before we even take a step.
“We are just going to jump to that?” she asks, a look of incredulity on her face.
“Yes, we are. Besides, if your friends don’t know about your boyfriend, do you think your dad would believe you have a boyfriend?” I state my position.
“Let’s not complicate our agreement.” Her voice is whispery.
“Okay, but I’m still coming with you.”
A heavy sigh escapes her when she realizes that I’m not backing down.
“I’ll drive us,” I say to her. She simply nods, leaves the room and heads to her room. Next, I hear the shower running.
I race to the bathroom to shower and change into casual pants and a long sleeve shirt. I emerge to the living room and she’s not out yet. I go to her bedroom and walk in just as she’s pulling her jeans on.
“No panty?” I question with a smirk.
“I don’t like wearing one.”
I watch her hook on her lacy bra. I move closer to her, cupping her face.
“Seriously, no underwear?” I question again.
“Nope, and we need to get going.”
She pulls out of my arms and grabs a t-shirt from the bed, pulls it over her head and pulls her braids into a ponytail. She starts on her make up.
“I’ll drive. Call Jordan and tell him not to send the car.”
“The car was probably downstairs when Jordan called me. The guy will ping me in a few minutes to say he’s here, but he was already downstairs waiting.”
