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The Secret Diaries: Daniel 2

When it was over,
We lay stil.
I, on top of her, my elbow as my balance and stuff...and it felt right...
Like home.
She didn't seem to mind or feel otherwise. If she did, she would have pushed me aside.
But she didn't.
Instead, i felt her hand move a bit on my behind.
My bare behind.

"You just grabbed my butt!" i said calmly.
She looked at me.
"I did not."
"Of course you did." I insisted
I looked down at her, into her eyes and licked my lips...
"You loved it, didn't? You love me."
"Bad thinking dude." She said. "Cos that's just you day dreaming."
Then she tried to shove me off but i didn't bulge. I just kept staring at her.
"My God, am humane and you have your whole weight on me." She said, avoiding my eyes.
"That's a lie baby cos i've been leaning on my elbow the whole time...didn't want to hurt you."
"It doesn't matter, just get off me."

She tried to shove me aside again and succeded.
Then she got up and started dressing up.
I stared at her then, disbelief on my face.
"Where are you going?"
She didn't think i deserved an answer to that so i tried again.
"Hey...talk to me."
More silence
"I thought you've forgiven me? i mean, you got my note."
She finally talked...
"That note of yours was just your ploy to get me in your bed again but apparently, you couldn't wait long enough."
She said that last part looking at the spot we had just made love in.

"You don't know what you're talking about." I said, trying to catch her eyes as she zipped her dress.
"Everything you've ever wanted from me is that spot between my legs and damn it, i fell for it."
"Bibi it's not what you think."
"How do you know what i'm thinking if you're not thinking it too.
I sighed. "Bibi..."
"Oh don't Bibi me! you've had your way, what more do you want?"
"You think i'm not being sincere? and the note? that's unfair"

I noticed i was the only naked one at that point so i stood up and began to dress. By the time i needed to put on my shirt, i realized i had spread it for her to lie on when the whole thing started. I couldn't put on again as it was rumpled and stained.
I looked up and caught her watching me but she looked away immediately.
Like she didn't care...
But i'm sure i saw something in her eyes that made me feel otherwise...
Actually, she looked like she wanted another round.
I smiled, "I'll walk you in."
"Your shirt is rumpled and dirty, if you come in with me, people will know what happened."
"Don't you want them to know?" i asked.
"I'm protecting my reputation."
"Your reputation? what about mine?"
"You never get embarrased about anything that has to do with sex obviously" she said, waving her hand at that spot again.
"Are you putting it on me? babe, it wasn't just me."

She stared at me then, long and hard, then left me there chuckling to myself.

I didn't bother to go back in.
I found my car and headed home.
On the drive home, i kept hoping she had forgiven me, i mean, she was the one who tugged at my trousers first, trying to unbuckle my belt and so i helped her out.
It wasn't my fault but if she accused me, no problem...
At least i have her now.

Thanks for reading guys...
Keep anticipating the next post.😙😙😙

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