Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“My nana taught me when I was little, and I worked on it when I was away at college.” There was no better way to spend those lonely nights when everyone else was off living their best campus life while yours truly had no significant other to do it with. Poor Nat had tried her best to drag me along wherever she went, but I wasn’t about to spoil her experience because I was one of the undesirables.
There must’ve been something in my voice, some lingering feeling of hurt, because he reached over and held my hand on the table, which caused both of us to end up eating the seafood linguini with one hand. “Baby, can you cook like this for me? You don’t have to do it all the time, but at least twice a week.”
I’ll do it every day if you look at me like that. I didn’t say it out loud but instead gave him a smile that gained me a kiss. I was on a stupid high all weekend after that and didn’t come down until Monday evening when it became glaringly obvious that I needed to go home because I was out of things to wear to work.
“Mace!”
“What is it, baby?” We were sitting on his couch watching some movie that I swore I wanted to see but couldn’t concentrate on because I knew our idyllic time was coming to an end soon.
“I have to go back to my place; I need something to wear to work tomorrow.” He didn’t say anything, just switched off the TV and got up.
“Are you mad?”
“Of course not; what’s there to be mad about? I knew you had to go back sometime. I just wish it wasn’t so soon. I was enjoying our little vacation.” He wasn’t lying. Being here with him felt like we were in our own little world, away from everything and everyone we knew. Even when I went to work, and he went to his office or the club, the time spent at his place was like our own little cocoon haven.
I wanted to suggest that he come with me but was still a bit too unsure of myself to say it. “Tell you what, why don’t we spend this next week at your place? I’ll grab some stuff.” Just like that, he left the room and headed for the bedroom to pack, and I followed behind, trying my best to hide the childish grin that tickled my throat.
MACE
I knew this day would come at some point, her being a female and all, but I was having too much fun to dwell on it. I never imagined that having her in my home, invading my space, would be like this, that she’d fit right in as though she belonged there, but that’s just what happened.
Now the thought of spending even one night away from her left me cold. We’re gonna have to come up with something soon since we can’t keep going back and forth between our places, but the question is, who’s going to make the move?
I have no issue giving up my place, but she likes the location as much as I do. On the other hand, I know that her home gives her a sense of security, so there’s no way I would ask her to give it up, not now anyway. If I was the type to leave shit up to chance, I’d leave things as they are and let time sort it out, but I can’t be that guy. At least I know that we can live together without issue.
I’d brought her to my place to get her away from her ex and the old lady, but by day two, I’d forgotten all about them, and by day three, it was as if we’d always lived together. The way we just slipped into a routine like an old married couple made the time go by way too fast for my liking, and now we were here.
I’m not sure if she’d noticed, but she’d come out of her shell even more in the last few days. There was an ease about her that made my heart proud. She no longer seemed hesitant to touch me or to make the first move which she can have no idea makes me want her even more, that confidence I saw peeping through, but she was still not there yet. I knew that one slip-up, one bad experience, would send her back into hiding.
So I’d spent the week trying to show her, to build her up as much as I could because I knew the ugliness wasn’t all over. There was still my sister, who was still trying to find her according to my staff at the club and her ex. He, I’m sure, was dying to get to her because of the heat I had on his ass, but I’m not about to let that happen.