"Cathie, don't leave me. I love you. You're my whole life."
I wanted to slap the Cathie out of his mouth at that moment but from the way he looked, he seemed sad and lonely just like me. So I rubbed his head and admired him while I said his name softly to get him out of his misery as beads of sweat could be seen forming on his forehead even with the air conditioner on full blast.
Me: Dele... Are you alright? Dele?
There was no response from him and I could see a tear drop from his left eye.
I became confused. I did not know whether I should feel annoyed or sorry for him.
He looked so emotional and... handsome at the same time that I fell in love with him all over. It had not been up to 24 hours but I knew I loved him when I first saw him, then I fell in love again when he was at the door. In fact, it was love at all sights.
All of a sudden, Dele turned to face me then pulled me in his arms and moaned "Cathie".
Cathie? Seriously Cathie? Who did I offend? I just met this beautiful man and I already want to choke him with my pillow.
Arrrgh!!!
I decided to shake him vigorously this time while calling his name that he jumped off the bed like the wrong frog prince.
Bamidele: What... what is it? Did I snore?
Me: No. I think you were having a nightmare. You were muttering things in your sleep, sweating and crying as well.
Bamidele: I am sorry babes. What exactly did I say?
For some very odd reason, I decided to lie through my teeth even though I really just wanted to know who Cathie was so I don't strangle him one day. Yes! I said one day... I told you, I want to marry this guy.😍
Me: No... Nothing. I could not hear a thing you said. I sounded like mumbling to me. Do you remember what you were dreaming about?
Bamidele: I... I do not think I do. Whatever it was, it was irrelevant. Come on sweet thing. Let's go back to bed. Don't you have to go to work tomorrow?
Did he just stammer? Liar! Of course you know what you were dreaming about. Arrrrgh! Why do I like you this much? But I mean, everyone has a past. I know I have cobwebs in my cupboard.
It was morning and I did not have the first-night effect at all even with the fact that everything including the man was strange to me.
Bamidele: Good morning beautiful. I hope you are not angry that I made you uncomfortable with my nightmare last night?!
Me: Oh no! It is quite alright. I rather slept soundly. And you? Do you remember what your dream was about?
Bamidele: I slept like a life sized teddy bear with your sweet, warm, perfect body close to mine. It was the best sleep I ever had.
Did he just avoid my question? What are you hiding? Do you already have someone in your life?
I stared at him searching for answers, hoping to find something in his eyes then suddenly his face was soooooo close to mine then he said "good morning" and pecked me on the lips. I felt hungry instantly. I wanted him to do anything and everything to me.
That kiss felt like fireworks, fireflies... I mean I was on fire; it was hot. My soul had been set on fire.
Bamidele: Inés, did I do something wrong?
Me: Huh? Huh?? (I was still a bit out of my senses at this point) What did you say?
Bamidele: I asked if it was wrong for me to kiss you like that. I mean, I just looked at your lips and it reminded me of how I really wanted to kiss you when I first saw you yesterday at the airport.
Me: Oh! (I immediately turned as red as a tomato. My crush feels how I feel) I... I... did not know that you liked me that much. I mean, you are so... I mean you must have so many pretty girls flocking around you all the time....
The next thing I felt was his index finger over my lips.
Bamidele: Shhhhhhhhh! Hush it, little mermaid.
He pulled me off the bed towards the vanity mirror that stood at the corner at the room like it was built in the room. More like it was part of the construction.
He continued by asking...
Bamidele: Look in the mirror, what do you see?
I was confused at this point because all I saw was hormones, raging hormones. Me wanting to ravage his body and leave marks all over him. To mark his skin as if to mark my territory. The moment he walked to my front door, I felt that he was mine. The way he stood unclad behind me, I wanted him to press himself into me and merge with me.
Me: I see a drop dead gorgeous man and a sexy Latina woman.
Bamidele: Hahahaha! I don't disagree but you sell yourself short. When I saw you walk in through the door at the airport, I was stunned. I've never seen someone this beautiful. I wanted to run over, pick you up in my arms and run away with you...
We both giggled at how silly it sounded.
Bamidele: ...You, Inés are the most beautiful girl in the world.
Me: (I already had a tear running down my face at this point) You think such nice things of me that I feel like I should believe you.
Bamidele: Hahahaha. Best believe that. Everything I said is the truth. In fact, you can find them in the holy books. Hahaha.
At that point, he turned me around and kissed me again. But it was deeper; more intense.
Bamidele: Where's the kitchen? I want to make you breakfast.
I could not say a word. I just pointed and he walked towards the kitchen butt naked as if he was taunting me. No, he was actually tempting me.