Chapter 37
Avidya
The following days, I slowly came down from the weird experience. I sure hoped that the next time it happened, I wouldn’t feel so out of sorts. Thinking about it, it felt like the one time I had been put on pain meds for a sprained knee when I was fifteen due to falling down the stairs. I felt floaty and dazed. But at least I didn’t feel stressed, that was a plus.
Waking up, once again using Zachariah as a pillow, I felt more like myself. I was still slightly tired, but that could be because of my demanding hormones. I still couldn’t get enough of my husband, and luckily, he certainly felt the same way.
I wondered if the need of him would always be there or if it would slowly go away. I was torn, but loved every minute of it.
With it being Sunday, I knew that Zachariah wouldn’t be going anywhere for work. If only we could have another lazy day in bed, I’d be happy. I knew that wasn’t going to be an option as we had a lunch date with his parents. A monthly thing, apparently.
Somehow, we had gotten out of it for one reason or another the past couple of months, but Julia was determined to have the entire family together today. Even if it meant coming to our house.
Since I knew that Zachariah wasn’t a huge fan of that idea, we would no doubt be going out to their house instead.
“Morning,” Zachariah yawned out.
“Hi,” I smiled, setting my chin on his chest. I could look at him all day and never tire of it.
My heart swelled. I loved this man and nothing could separate us.
“Shall we start our day?” he asked, but otherwise didn’t move.
“Do we have to?” I pouted out, giving him puppy dog eyes for good measure.
I loved that I was able to be who I wanted to be with this man. I no longer had to pretend to be someone I wasn’t. Maybe it was his dominant nature that helped bring the true me out or maybe it was just me finally being able to feel like I could be myself without worry.
Whatever it was, it was nice.
“Yes,” he laughed out softly. “You know my mother well by now.”
“Alright,” I sighed, forcing myself to roll off of my husband before pushing myself up and out of bed. Glancing at the clock, I saw that we had a little over three hours to be there. More than enough time, if only I had the energy to make my body move.
“We need to go work out and you need to write in the journal, too,” Zachariah hinted. “You’ve missed the last few days. I’d really like to see your thoughts about what you experienced.”
“Do I have to? I’ll do the journal, but do I have to work out?” I pouted as I walked towards the bathroom to pee.
“Yes,” he laughed. “You need to get back into a schedule. I let you slack off the last couple of days, but it’s time to get back in the game. If you want me to do more than just tie you to the bed…” he trailed off.
At the mention of more bedroom fun, my stomach filled with butterflies. It was so unfair that he knew my body better than I did sometimes. It was totally uncalled for for him to use it to get me to do what he wanted. Of course, I didn’t have to, but I knew it was a good idea to do it.
“You so don’t play fair,” I grumbled out.
“Never said I did,” he replied easily.
“Fine; have it your way,” I said.
His laugh followed me to the bathroom. I shook my head at his antics, knowing I’d easily do anything to spend time with him, even if sex was not involved.
~oOo~
A little over three hours later, Zachariah pulled up to his parents’ house. We had been detained after a sweaty workout. I want to say that I was my fault, but it was anything but that. Once we had gotten in the shower, my husband couldn’t keep his hands off of me. A normal occurrence when it came to us these days.
So, one thing led to another, and before I knew what was happening, I was pushed up against the shower wall and Zachariah was deep inside of me with my legs around his hips.
I loved hard, after-workout sex.
Before leaving the house, Zachariah demanded that I sit and write in the journal. He didn’t care that it could likely cause us to be late.
