I have a feeling you’re about to have me doing a lot of stuff I’m not used to doing. The problem is, I can’t even blame your good pussy for my willingness to do it either.
“We’ll see.” I dismiss it because it seems easier than facing the truth of her statement.
Hell, she already got me sitting on this floor talking while her delicious body is barely covered by bubbles. In the past, I would have run a bubble bath and chosen to fuck all her troubles away instead. But Deshona is different, and honestly, so am I.
“Okay. This did the trick. I think I’m ready to shower and get out of here now.”
I nod and stand to leave her to it, so I can move on to my next plan for operation unwind, which I put in motion once I logged off work. I lose track of time getting things set up until I hear a gasp from the threshold of the room.
“Damn. If this is what you do for a bad day, then I just might have to keep you around a little longer.”
“Try to get rid of me.”
I meet her at the door and pull her over to the bed before I remove the towel around her body and gently lay her down. Like in the bathroom, candles provide light for the room as low music flows around the area. I jump in and give Deshona a full-body massage that ends all communication between us. At first, her light moans pierce the air, but the more my hands glide over her body, the less vocal she becomes. The tightness in her shoulderseases, and within ten minutes of the massage, light snores fill the air.
I continue until every inch of Deshona’s body has been touched and caressed. When I’m done, I move from the bed and cover her naked body with a blanket and leave the room with a hard dick. But it’s the price I’ll gladly pay to ensure that Deshona wakes up feeling lighter than she did hours ago. This is one of those times that I’m willing to take one for the team. I gently close the door and proceed to return to the bathroom to clean and fully restore it to its previous state. Deshona has two hours, and then I’ll wake her up so we can go have dinner.
“To new beginnings,”I say as I hold my glass in front of Deshona’s wine flute.
“Looking forward to it.” Deshona clicks her glass against mine as her eyes flash with stars.
Deshona woke up an hour after the massage, thanks to the grumbles in her stomach. So, we got dressed and drove to Russell J’s Italian Bistro for our first official date night. Deshona’s eyes are lighter, and the constant smile on her face lets me know that the bubble bath and massage worked wonders for her.
“Thank you, Alijah. You’ve not only changed my mood but also given me something positive to remember about this day.”
Damn, what was the last nigga doing because a hot bath, massage, or dinner is the least I should do as her man.
“My pleasure, mama. Do you know what you’re gonna eat?”
We’re at an Italian restaurant because I wanted to do something other than the usual steakhouse date. I’m a fan ofsteak, but I wanted a different experience than the usual date-night theme.
“Um. The stuffed ravioli sounds good, but so does the chicken tortellini. Oh, and the lasagna. But I could also go with the veal parmesan. I’m so torn.”
I laugh when Deshona’s head hangs as she lists the multiple dishes that have caught her attention from the menu.
“How about this? You order two, and I’ll order what you don’t.”
Deshona’s head shoots up, and her eyes widen as she stares at me like I just told her she won an expensive paid vacation.
“Really? You don’t have to do that. What were you thinking about getting?”
“It’s not a big deal. I can eat whatever. Order what you want and let me know which two to get. Then we can have a little buffet. Deal?”
Deshona’s lips upturn into a playful smile that calms and comforts me in a way no woman before her has been capable of doing. I rest my back against the chair when Deshona nods. I don’t care about sharing dishes with her if it means I can continue basking in her smile and the peaceful disposition she gives me.
Chapter 19
Deshona
Korrena: Happy Birthday, Bestie/Cousin! I love you to the moon and back.
LeKendric: Happy Birthday, Little Sis. Even though I ain’t heard from your little ass. Must have gotten wrapped around some pussy like Ma said you would and you’re too ashamed to confirm my thoughts.
Aloud and completely unladylike laugh falls from my lips when I read my brother’s text. I should have known he couldn’t just send me a regular birthday wish. My fingers glide over the keys as I type a response to Korrena and then one to my irritating brother.
Me to Korrena: Thanks, bestie/cousin. I love you too.
Me to LeKendric: Go to hell, demon spawn.
