He falls on top of me and puts his head in the crook of my neck inhaling my scent.
“Wow that was amazing. Just one time and it made me weak. Which is very rare.” He says. I know his stamina. At least from the time we have been together I know that he goes for at least 4-5 rounds with me, I don’t know if it had changed the last 3 years. The thought of him inside other women brings a bitter taste to my mouth.
~It’s not the taste sweetheart it’s called the green-eyed monster. ~
~Shut up, I have nothing to be jealous of. I am the one that he loves not them. Why do I have to be jealous of them? I ask to my subconscious. ~
~Well, the fact that he has been with them 3 years is enough don’t you think. ~
~Well let me remind you its not just one but many. So that fact is more than enough to prove he doesn’t love them. I know and I have experienced how loyal and faithful he is. ~
“Are you again conversing with your subconscious when I am still inside you.” He asks chuckling. He knows that I converse with my subconscious but when he is still on top of me I don’t, this is the first.
He pulls out of me and pulls me closer to him and wraps his arm around my waist while I kept my head on his chest.
“Yah. This is the first though. It’s just that I suddenly remembered about you past 3 years.”
He groans hearing me tell him about those 3 years. I can’t blame him though; anyone will get irritated if someone brings up the fact that you are trying to forget. He tightens his arms around me.
“I don’t know what I should do to make you forget that because I am still trying to forget those years. But you know that, they mean nothing to me even without telling you that. Then why think about that?”
I moved closer to him tightening my arm around his waist. “Its just the thought that we lost those 3 years makes me mad and envious though I know they mean nothing to you. I mean I too have been with many men when I saw pictures of you with them. So, I can’t really blame you.”
“Mmm, I came to know about those men. I was angry and jealous to be very honest. I wanted to have you back, but the thought that I was not right for you made me push you away.” He says to which I don’t say anything. Its useless saying anything I mean no matter how much I tell him that is the only person right for me he wouldn’t listen.
“I knew this ‘taking things slowly’ is not going to work.” I chuckle changing the topic.
He pulls me to him and tightened his arms around putting his face on my hair inhaling. “It never did work for me to take things slow when it is you.” He says chuckling nuzzling my hair.
We lay around little more, him playing with my hair while I was drawing shapes on his chest.
I yawn feeling very sleeping and he shifts.
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