There were occasions when I noticed he got a hard-on in the middle of sleeping, but I wasn’t scared at all, and one time, I tried to snuggle too close to him. I could feel his boner against me when I did it, but Lance didn’t seduce me!
He didn’t do anything, and I wished he would try to do something because I would like to know my reaction. Would I be repulsed or not? I had several questions, but after I chose the cowardly way of not speaking, I couldn’t ask Lance anything!
The following night, I tried not to move around too much while lying in the same bed with Lance, but I woke up snuggling too close to him in the middle of the night. I backed away from him quietly, but Lance reached out and grabbed my arm.
“How can you torture me with your soft body and your scent?” He complained in about his eyes half-closed.
I was tempted to comfort him when he muttered in his sleep. But I didn’t mind letting him hold me while he slept because I was afraid he’d take advantage of my vulnerability. I resolved to give him another chance… soon… before I closed my eyes.
The smell of fresh seafood soup greeted me as I woke up in the morning. My stomach growled with anticipation of trying the fish soup, which was served with plain rice, and there were grilled pork chops, too!
“Hello, sleepyhead. I hope you had a good night’s sleep. Do you want to go for a swim in the ocean water?”
“Yes, why not?” I took up the challenge of swimming with him, but in the meantime, I focused on the delectable dishes in front of me. “Maybe I should cook something for lunch,” I offered.
“No, thank you. I can do it,” he quickly replied, and I smiled triumphantly.
Yesterday, when I offered to cook, he was forced to eat it, digest it, and he was not given a chance to spit the super salty food from his mouth. “How can I improve if you won’t allow me to cook?”
“Let me just do it, please,” he begged.
“Alright, if you insist!”
Over time, he proved that he was sincere in taking care of me. It rained hard on the island one evening, and I got scared of the thunder that I moved closer to Lance for comfort. His arm moved to shelter me with his warmth, and it felt good.
“Are you scared of thunder?” He asked me while his eyes were half-close and half-open.
“Yes,” I whispered my response into his ear, and all of a sudden, Lance got sat up and stared at me. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re talking!” He exclaimed.
“I’m not mute,” I said and scoot over to the other side of the bed to resume sleeping. I heard him chuckled, and before I could react, he pulled me closer to his body and kissed my hair.
“I missed hearing your voice,” he said happily, but I was too sleepy to talk.
“Can we sleep some more? Let’s talk tomorrow,” I told him, and he nodded his head, but his hands remained on my body.
Somehow, I was used to the weight of his arm around my body whenever I slept, and it would feel different if he would take it away!
It could be the sound of the rain outside the villa, but I slept soundly throughout the night. In the morning, I expected to be awakened with the delicious aroma of Lance’s cooking, but when I opened my eyes, he was staring at me. My brows snapped together as I looked at him.
“Have you cooked something to eat?” He blinked several times after he heard my question. I’m hungry,” I told him, and he looked wounded that I only talked about food.
“Am I your husband?” He came up with the question.
“What? What are you talking about?” I was confused by his question.
“Don’t ask me for food if you have no plan to make me your husband,” he stated.
This time, it was me who blinked my eyes several times out of confusion. “That’s below the belt! How can you refuse to make me food when I’m starving?”
“So, what do you want to eat?” He got out of bed, but before he went on his way, he kissed my forehead. “I’ll call you when it’s ready,” he said.
“I changed my mind,” I sat up, and my action clearly confused him.
“Changed your mind? About what?”
“I’ll do the cooking,” I offered, and his shocked expression was priceless! “Did you think I can’t cook?” I raised my eyebrows at him while I waited for his response.
He shook his head and said, “No, you can’t cook, Alexa, and we both knew it. Have you forgotten when you put the egg in the pan without any oil on it?”
“It happened a long time ago, and I’ve learned some skills over the years!” I reasoned out, but Lance suspected I wouldn’t do a good job in cooking.
“I am also hungry, sweetheart, so let’s not ruin our appetite, okay?” he said and walked ahead of me to the kitchen.
As he took out a bunch of dried fish from the pantry, I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you sure about that?” I asked him about the dried fish, and he only smiled. “Don’t you want me to help?” I offered my services in the kitchen.
“Sure. Get some mangoes from the refrigerator and sliced them.” He gave me the easiest task.
“Would you still want me as a wife even if I can’t cook?”
Lance’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he walked towards me. “What was that again?” he wanted me to repeat the question I asked him a few seconds ago.
“Would you still want me as a wife even if I can’t cook?” I did as he asked and said it one more time.
“Of course! I need you as my wife, not as a cook.” He replied wholeheartedly, and I regretted the time when I chose to ignore him. He might have committed a mistake in the past, we were both young back then, and our choices were different. “I love you,” he whispered before he kissed me.
“But you can teach me how to cook,” I said after he set me free, and his jaw dropped. “I’m a fast learner, you know,” I assured him, but Lance wasn’t buying it.
“Just let me do the cooking for you, sweetheart.” He said before he returned in front of the stove and continued frying the dried fish.
My mouth curved into a smile as I went to get some mangoes, and I surprised him with a hug from behind. “I love you, too,” I told him. Actually, I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I could tell that Lance has changed. He was no longer the boy I fell in love with during my teens. He wanted me, and I wanted him too! He liked me, and I liked him too! When it comes to love, he never failed to demonstrate it to me every day! I didn’t want to miss the golden opportunity of having him again because of my pride!
Our love story may have its up and downs, but it was only normal in a relationship, and both looked forward to a new beginning and happy ending. During breakfast, we talked about our wedding plans, and we agreed to have a simple one.
“Do you think your parents will approve of having me as your wife?” I bit my lower as I waited for his response. I was aware that wealthy families have different positions and opinions about marriage.
“It’s me who’s going to marry you, Alexa. Don’t worry about them, okay?” He assured me, but I felt uneasy that we would face another obstacle shortly.
“But what if they will object?”
“I’m old enough to decide on my own,” he replied, and I decided to drop the matter for the meantime before I would ruin the mood.
“How many babies do you plan to have?” I wanted to know more.
“Hmmm, I don’t know. Shall we start making one?” He suggested provocatively, and I cringed on my seat.