I huff. “What? No. Why would you say that? And miss Snoop Dogg in a silk press?”
Moyo pauses the movie and twists to face me. She’s stone-cold silent, assessing me. I’ve never been a talkative person, but when Moyo gives me the look, I know it’s time to come clean.
“Only a little.”
“I knew it!” she exclaims. “This is why we had to stick to the plan. Do marathon runners just up and do the entire thing?”
I chuckle. “Are you comparing running twenty-six miles to watching four movies?”
“I’m so serious.” Moyo joins in with her adorable giggle. “Runners start small with a 5k, then work their way up. But no, Mr. Niyi had to go from 5k to the big leagues.”
“Ah,” I gasp dramatically. “You and your sharp tongue.”
Moyo rolls her eyes. “You love it.”
“Do I?” I lean over her and whisper. My index finger trails her neck in languid movements that stop time.
Moyo’s chest rises and falls with increased exaggeration. Her eyes track my movements as I get closer to her parted lips. I’m a hair’s breadth away when I say, “Movie time.”
My girlfriend sits up, and if looks could kill, I’d be decaying. But I can’t help but laugh.
“You think you’re sooo funny.”
My palms go up in mock surrender. “Just following your rules, Sunshine.” One of my first lessons was “cuddling is acceptable, but other distractions are strictly prohibited.”
“The movie was off,” Moyo whines.
“That’s not what you said two weeks ago when I wanted to kiss you during a bathroom break when we watchedFinal Destination.”
“It was a bathroom break. Not a break break.”
“A break is a break is a break.”
“What if I break you?” Moyo gets up in my face. Her eyes are hooded.
“As if you could.” I hold on to her hips and maneuver our positioning till Moyo’s straddling me.
She grinds against my groin, and I know I should’ve worn something underneath my sweats.
“You sure about that?” Moyo taunts as she feels my growing arousal.
My hands begin aching “You’re wicked.”
“Next time you’ll be sure not to tease me like that,” Moyo whispers before nibbling on my earlobe. Shivers rip through me, dwindling my restraint, but I won’t give in. After our first kiss, I’ve done well to maintain enough control till she’s begging, much to Moyo’s annoyance. And she’s been attempting to break me ever since.
“You won’t get me.” It comes out strained.
Moyo picks up her pace. “You’re confident?”
She’s going to kill me. I’ll die happy, but she’s going to kill me.
“Yeah,” I moan, unable to hold it in.
This is about the time where, after turning both me and herself on, Moyo kisses me and we either dry hump to our satisfaction, or we have sex. But instead of the usual, Moyo gets up and heads to the kitchen.
I shake my head.What just happened?
“Moyo?”
