Page 46 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
He rubs his jaw on my cheek, sniffing my damped lava tendrils and tickling my ear when he exhales a breath. “I’d whisk you away.”
Was that a suggestion? A crack of insinuation that might lead to another day? Perhaps, a part of the exchange we shared earlier today?
I shake the thought away. It could be the heat of the moment. This sexual day speaking instead of a man who offered a onetime deal.
Assumptions are the devil in disguise.
I can’t stand it.
I prefer transparency. We should communicate our intentions in the end.
“We have work to do,” I say.
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Like what?”
“Clean the new mess we’ve made.” A small grin settles on my countenance.
“We will,” his fingers lace at the small of my back as he leans to hug me. “Take a deep breath, wildflower. I’m here now.”
The soothing words lift the weights threatening to collapse.
I relish in his comforting essence. I have never known a man like Luka. He is free, funny, patient, and passionate about life despite the turmoil it may bring.
He lives to give, it doesn’t take away from who he is because he equally gains.
Dylan
BackinLuka’sapartment.
Music plays in full volume from a speaker he connected to his phone.
He surprised me by saying he wanted to cook us dinner. Initially, he wanted me to rest but I wanted to watch him cook. Hence why, I’m cleaning the dirty dishes he gathered while he makes our food.
A pot half filled with water is resting on the gas cooktop. The Alfredo for the Fettuccine is done and so are the fresh leafy greens he added as extras. Every cut is precise. He’s extremely artsy even when he cooks, and the aromas are divine.
I truly feel at peace.
Dancing in the Kitchen by LANY starts playing and Luka immediately grabs my hand and starts swaying me around to the notes enfolding us.
We slow dance at the beginning until he bumps his butt into mine and I repay him with a bump of my own, sending him flying a few inches away.
He catches me between his arms, looking at me, chest heaving, and his tongue licks and bites his lower lip.He always does that.
That smirk flashes in an instant. “You still owe me a dance.”
“Count it as me paying my debt.”
He spins me around, twirling me to the beat, and dips me to the side as the song progresses. We’re sliding on the floor, generating the silliest, bizarre dance moves we can muster.
Possessed by this moment in time, I pant from exertion but I can’t stop my laughter as it escapes my mouth for these long minutes.
“There’s the woman who danced at my club without a care in the world. I couldn’t look away from her.” He says before his lips captivate mine into a passionate kiss. It deepens and consumes us with its intensity.
This entire perfect day,I amlucky to spend with Luka.
Getting to know people you have a connection with may seem impossible at times. Finding someone who you share a bond with. An ultimate magnetism toward one another that overpowers any other relationships you had.
Whom you feel free with. Silly. Desired. Adored. It’s not a one-way street but two. And it’s harder to find when you start to lose hope and feed your insecurities the worst kind of meal—doubt.
