He lifts an arm up, showing me the paper bag he’s holding.
“I brought you chocolate cake.”
TWELVE
Alex
After Kyle shamedme for not giving Mona the chocolate cake she’d ordered, I gave it some serious thought and came to the conclusion that while I could’ve made Mona happy in that moment, there would’ve been no benefit to me long term. However, I could use it to my advantage now.
I never intended to look her up again once I broke up with her. But given our history, there was no doubt that I would make contact again. She never blocked me before, so it was a definite shock when I realized that she wasn’t keen on giving me another shot this time around.
While I did try to call, text, email, message via social media with absolutely no success, the one line I never crossed was showing up at her door. I never wanted her to feel like I was invading her personal space.
Until tonight.
Tonight, I decided to grow some balls, pick up a large piece of the expensive chocolate cake she never got to eat at the restaurant, then show up at her door under the pretense of making it up to her.
I take her in as she’s staring at me with wide eyes, obviously shocked by my presence here. I am just as shocked, not gonna lie. It’s like both my body and mind have been possessed by something that I can’t control. It took me back to the restaurant where I spent a ridiculous amount of money on a piece of chocolate cake for her, then it led me straight to her door.
“You brought me chocolate cake.” She repeats the words as if she can’t make sense of them. That makes two of us.
My arm holding the bag drops to my side, and I stand up taller. She used to always comment on how much she loved how tall I was, and I want her to remind her of it, or anything that might give me an in with her.
“I got distracted the other night.” The explanation sounds ridiculous even to my own ears.
“You got distracted…”
She repeats everything I say, and I can’t tell if she she’s mocking me with it or is just being confused.
I am not prepared when she slaps both hands on my chest, her fingers curling into my shirt. She yanks me forward, the momentum carrying me over her threshold. Without thinking, I blindly reach for the door and slam it shut behind me.
Mona starts walking backward, leading me deeper into her small apartment. I don’t have time to take anything in, besides, I know my way around it pretty well. That’s how I know she’s heading toward the bedroom. While I hoped she’d welcome me with open arms, I didn’t expect it to be this warm of a welcome.
As soon as we are inside the room, she grabs the bag from my hand and places it on the nightstand on her side of the bed. She then walks back and points a finger at my face.
“Don’t say a word.”
I can’t help the smile forming on my lips, but I try to focus and pretend like what’s happening between us right now is normal.
Mona clasps the sides of my shirt once again and lifts herself up on the tips of her toes. Kinda guessing where this is going, I lower my head in anticipation of the kiss I know is coming.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she whispers right before she finally places her perfect lips over mine. We both moan at the intimate contact, and memories from all our times together flood my brain in an instant.
With both hands on her perfectly shaped ass, I yank her into me. There is no hesitation on her part when she hops up and wraps her legs around my waist. I take a couple of steps forward until I feel my knees hitting the side of her bed, then I flip her onto her back at the same time that my tongue penetrates the sweet cavern of her mouth.
It's as if she breathes life into me, and there is hope that things will be okay between us. My tongue dips inside slowly, searching for everything that is her, and it is as fucking good as I remember. This is the reason why I can’t stand to touch anyone else. It has to be her. She put a spell on me, and I like it.
“Kiss me harder,” she whispers when I try to take it slow.
She doesn’t give me time to think when she opens her mouth wider, and the kiss takes a turn when she becomes in control of it. There is absolutely no fight from me when she gives my tongue a long suck, knowing how much I love it when she does that. I grind into her in response, and she lifts her hips to give me more access. Since we are both still clothed, it doesn’t take us anywhere.
“I want more.” She lets out a breathless gasp when she pulls back to inhale some much needed oxygen.
She grabs the bottom of my long-sleeved T-shirt and pulls it up, running her fingernails over my skin as she goes. I move harder against her, and her legs tighten around me. When she needs to pull the shirt over my head, I have to tug my mouth away from hers, chuckling when she lifts her head from the mattress in an effort to follow me.
“Fuck,” I murmur to myself when I yank the shirt over my head but get tangled in the arms of it. Once it’s off, I throw it to the ground. The reprieve doesn’t give me time to regroup because she is suddenly all over me again. She starts kissing down my neck and upper chest, the tip of her tongue out just enough to leave wet marks on my skin. My cock twitches in my jeans at the sight of it.
Her eyes are closed, making me wish that I could see them. With as gentle of a touch as I can muster, I push the hair out of her face and run my thumbs across her forehead.
