Chapter 2 : Morning Kiss
I stubbed the cigarette into the ashtray kept at the window sill. I woke up at 7 am and instead of donning a shirt on me I just got off the bed and sat by the window. Parted the curtains, enough for me to see outside, but not that much to wake him from his deep slumber. Nudity is everything to me. My comfort zone and gives me a sense of complete presence sven if I am with or without someone. My hair was open, and I knew I had gotten a few hickies on my neck from the previous night. Nevertheless, I liked having them on me. I have this habit of constantly staring out the window and keep gazing at the world outside. I realised that it's something that I can do all day everyday for the rest of my life. And, to that context, i've also thrived in this constant interest that what another view from another new window look like? The window of a car has a different perspective than the window of a bus or an airplane. No matter where there's a window, I always find myself looking outward. I don't know what part of me I am trying to escape when I am looking outside or what part i'm trying to connect to within me. Also the very thought of waking up to the face of a very pleasing man early in the morning, made me feel quite comforted. Hence when I was looking out the window, I was basically viewing the outside world in peace. In complete comfort and knowing that I was where I wanted to be. With him, and close to him.
Even though the cigarette was over I waited for the sun to rise and those long rays of light to touch my face. I loved that warmth.
I walk up to the bed, and sit on his side of the bed. Slowly remove the blanket from the top of his chest, lean down and lay a kiss on his cheek, "Good morning sweetheart". He let out a soft moan acknowledging my wake-up call but then again went on with sleeping. After a second, since my hand was around him, he pulled me toward him, to make me lie with him, and pulled over the blanket on us. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, while he wrapped his arms around me.
"We'll wake up in ten minutes okay?"
"Alright" I said softly.
Ten minutes later, his phone started ringing. His hands reached for the phone and he barely said hello, and from the opposite side, " hello Brandon? Are you there? Where were you last night I tried calling you so many times." It was his wife.
Without any hesitation I heard his clear voice utter the words, " I was at an office party. I had too much to drink. I dozed off coming to my room... why? What's up?"
"Nothing! I got a lil worried that's all" she said.
"Don't worry i'll be back home soon."
"Okay. See you soon. My ovulation date is arriving next week, you need to be here by then."
He was a little uncomfortable about me hearing that, I could feel it in his voice when he replied, "Yeah, you could have texted that to me. No worries i'll be home soon. Bye."
Call disconnected.
