I know where I stand now, for the time being. She loves jumping my bones; it is cool, and I am okay with that and perfect for that. If I'm here to cool her off or drive her crazy, I'm down. I'm her go-to guy. I want to be with her, I am with her. I shouldn't let me deny myself these good times with unexplained feelings.
I feel needy, and I hate it. We have never had a proper conversation. All we talk about when we speak are the obvious, shallow inquiries. Does her work demand so much of her that she can't formulate anything tangible outside the studios? Is this her unwinding time when her brain doesn't want to formulate anything else?
We are in a gray area. I've never been this vague with a woman. She is different, most of the ladies want to know what you are by the second day of talking, Labels aren't my thing, however, in this relationship; I feel like we need a label.
It is not that I feel like the woman in this situationship; she is more in control, and I go with the flow. It is like she is the man in this relationship; what we have, because she makes the rules and I oblige, without asking any questions. I hate this.
I do like her, and I don't want this to go away. I kind of like this gray area too, because we don't have to define anything between us. She is giving me the time I need. I don't mind having her around. Her popping up wants to see me; it is a new experience I am living.
She is on my bed. She fell asleep after we were done mauling each other. I didn't have the heart to wake her up. I put on dark brown silk pajama bottoms and let her have her beauty sleep, she was exhausted.
I go to the kitchen to fix myself a snack and a mixed fruit juice before I go out later to hunt for real food. I don't know her situation yet; if we are cooking, is she leaving, are we taking takeout? Are we having food out? Although she brought bags, it is hard to decipher. I was curious to check them, but that is not the proper way to be a gentleman, I hold myself.
I make sandwiches and head outside to sit at the table on the balcony. The night was upon us, and the breeze felt good on the skin. I was done in minutes, and I revived my phone. Scrolling through, I had four missed calls and all were from Will, and a message from Isa.
Before I decide on what to do with Will, he immediately calls and I receive.
"Hey, man!"
"We are still at the bar. Wanna come down before we call it a night?"
"No, I have company." Did he forget? I was done for the evening, maybe.
"Beautiful Ell…"
"Could you shut up!"
"Why?"
"Nobody knows and we want it that way."
"We, meaning you."
"Well,.."
"Man, I forgot who we were dealing with. A celebrity. Huh! Big people."
"Stop being dramatic."
"Is she there."
"Asleep."
"My man, you scored."
"I know." I chuckle and I want it to remain that way.
"Did you and Bev…"
"No!"
"Too bad."
"Yeah."
"Can I play my card now?" Typical Will.
"Will!"
"You are with Beautiful Ell now."
"No, I am not!" I don't know if we are.
"Yes, you are."
"No."
"Are you being a bitch about it?"
"It is just physical."
"I thought you liked her."
"I do."
"You haven't said a thing…. Mmh! … taking a leaf out of my book. Proud of you."
Something else caught my attention; looking into the house I see a silhouette moving. The only lights on are the kitchen's which poured and radiated light across the house, creating shadows. What was she doing? She stopped at the top-to-floor windows on the left wing of the house. She closed them and straightened the curtains.
"Hey, I have to go."
"Is she up?
"See you tomorrow."
"Call me if she leaves."
I end the call, pick up my plate and glass, and head inside. She was coming to the balcony doors when she saw me and stopped midstep.
"You up," I say as I move to the kitchenette.
"I can't find switches in here."
"They are in specific positions."
"How do you operate?"
"There are the main ones beside the wall from the kitchen and the other is inside the door from the bedroom."
"Why?"
Placing the utensil in the sink, I switch on the lights on the kitchen wall and everything is bright.
"The former owner, I guess."
"I almost broke a toe," she says as she moves to join me in the kitchen.
"Am sorry. Are you okay?"
She laughs, "Definitely, I have survived worse."
Her hair is a bit disheveled, flowing on her back. She is in the shirt I was in before, it is mid-thigh and not too oversized; she could rock it if she wanted to, and it did fit. She was beautiful
"What are you staring at?" She says she is leaning over the counter.
"You," I say, leaning in capturing her lips in a light kiss.
I lift myself, and I slide over to her side of the counter, all my attention on her. Gathering her in my arms, we fall into a deep, heated kiss. In the process, she pushed the bags aside, which caught her attention, and the spell broke. I release her from my hold and help out with the bags.
"These are for you, by the way. What time is it? I need to go."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."
"I brought these, we were to cook dinner before everything, .. and I went to sleep; there is not much time left."
Looking at the wall clock in the kitchen, "I have a long day tomorrow, and I need to prep tonight."
"Rain check."
She wound her hands around my neck. I was smitten. I kissed her and let go as she let go.
"I am going to freshen up."
"Okay."
She leaves for the bedroom, and I go around the counter, open the fridge, and see what I can make her before she makes her hasty move again. A snack or a fast, delicious nutritious meal. She is delicious and nutritious for me. You are what you eat.
Minutes later, she emerges from the bedroom, looking anew. She smiles at me and I smile back.
"Before you head out, have something." I hold up the plate for her.
"A bread sandwich with chicken breast smashed in between, fresh sliced tomatoes, a guacamole salad I had prepared earlier, steamed thinly sliced cabbage, extra thin apples, and a glass of mixed fresh blended fruit juice."
She smiled and that almost knocked me off, "You didn't have to."
"I know."
She was thoughtful enough to bring groceries, and whatever was in the bags for us to cook, the least I could do was make her a snack. I couldn't let her leave without eating anything; that would be mean of me.
She settles on a stool and munches it down.
"Did you drive here?"
She tries to talk but stops instead she raises her hand at me, her mouth is full, not ladylike, but she looks adorable, she is smiling or is she trying to chew? I suppress laughter; instead, I smile and let her have it. I go to the bedroom to change.
Coming back, she was done, and her plate was in the sink.
"That was fast."
Smiling, "I didn't realize I was famished."
"Want another one?"
"No thanks, that was efficient and delicious, maybe a drink for the road before my Uber gets here. It is six minutes out."
"How do you want it?"
"On the rocks."
I take two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, and I serve the lady. I take mine neat.
"Thanks. Cheers."
Before she empties her glass, her phone rings. Her ride was downstairs.