you. I’d rather spend the day with you but if all you’ll give me is a few minutes of your time, I'm going to take them like the starving man that I am for any of your attention.”
Her mouth opens then closes. I clear the space I put between us, pulling her back into my arms. “Go tell your boss you’re not going to work.” I lean down and kiss her. I make it quick before I end up pinning her to the wall. I release her, turning her toward the bedroom and giving her ass a small smack. She jumps, darting off toward her room. I believe she’s at a loss for words. I’m sure they will come back to her in a moment. That smart mouth of hers will rear its head again. I love that about her.
“I’ll call in but not because you told me to. I was going to do it anyway,” she shouts from her bedroom. There it is. I knew she’d have some sort of sarcastic retort. I smile, enjoying the fire that's back inside of her more than the sad look that crossed her face earlier. She has no idea but in that moment she showed me that she has some deep-seated abandonment issues. Again, I wonder if leaving yesterday was the best idea.
I won’t make that mistake again. Plus, I know that I have to tread lightly for a while because she still needs a moment to get her footing. Her issues with abandonment aren’t going to go away overnight and I know the only way to help her through it is to prove that I’m not going anywhere. She may try to push me away but I won't let her.
Soon enough she’ll realize that I’m her forever and I’m willing to wait as long as that takes. Her mouth may say differently at times but her eyes tell me the truth. She wants to be loved and I’m going to be the man that gives her that for the rest of our lives.
I look around her place. It’s clean but for some reason it doesn't feel like her style. Everything is a little too perfect. None of the wild sprite that I sense coming from her is reflected in here. It looks more like an apartment that a regular person would live in. Amelia has that special spark in her. She’s full of life and attitude. This home does not reflect that in the least. She is no ordinary woman and that's what this place is.
“Now what?” Amelia asks a moment later, strolling down the hallway and actually huffing.
“We can do anything you like.” When she reaches me, I grab her, pulling her into my arms. I can’t help myself. She doesn't fight me but she does pretend to let out an irritated huff. I am beginning to notice that all those little huffs she makes about something I do are fake.
“I guess I should get new locks.”
“I can order you new locks if you wish.”
“You’d give yourself a key. How did you even get one to begin with?” Her nose scrunches in the most adorable of ways. Even her pouting is sexy as fuck.
“I am a man of many talents.”
She melts into me a little more, putting her hand on my chest. I’m hoping that she’s remembering how it felt when we were together. What I’d done to her body. How we fell in love. She may not have figured out that it's love yet, but I know she feels it, too.
“What are we doing here?” she asks. Her voice is both soft and serious at the same time. A hint of doubt tinges it, which guts me.
“I told you. You’re mine.” I hold on to her tighter, showing her that I’m not messing around. Trying to let her know that I’m always going to be here for her.
“You can’t break into my place.” There is no power behind her words. I think the more she thinks of me breaking in, the more she’s enjoying it. That I’m fighting for her. I won’t let anything stand between us. I know she feels this between us. It’s why she came to my building to begin with. She knows what she wants but she’s scared, too. I’ll keep knocking down those walls for her.
“It’s a reminder that I’ll stop at nothing to have you.”
“That should scare me.” She breathes out.
“But it doesn't. Does it?” She shakes her head no. “I know what