It was frightening and all consuming, but I yielded to him. To it. Azmir and I made love, hard, with unerring precision and with no regret until our energies were spent and we fell sound asleep.
A rapid movement of my head jerking woke me from my sound sleep. When I opened my eyes I discovered Azmir’s index finger that flickered my bottom lip was the culprit. He was across from me, at the same distance and in the same position as he was when we were having our pillow talk. He lay on his stomach smiling adoringly at me.
“It’s a quarter to eleven. I don’t know how long you’ll need to dress but I’m gonna have to beat you to the bathroom. The throne is calling. I have a few calls to make about Kid’s gift while I’m in there. See ya in a bit.” He kissed me softly on my head before sauntering out of bed and into the bathroom. And I undoubtedly enjoyed his sexy gait until he was out of sight.
I stretched in the bed wishing there was no place to run off to, though I missed Azna. I was excited about picking him up later that day and wrestling with him on the Persian rug in the living room. He enjoyed rubbing his back into it. It was so delightful to watch.
So much had happened in the previous hours. Azmir was great…but different. He seemed more attentive and affectionate, even in public. I wasn’t used to that and didn’t know how to take it. I allowed my mind to fantasize about life as his wife. Would he be this affectionate? Would he make love to me this frequently? Would he remain this romantic? Oh, the possibilities! I didn’t force the thoughts for too long because I felt that even the possibility was a world away.
I needed to get myself together so that I didn’t blow the opportunity of this…friendship we were building. He asked me about my childhood! He said that he wonders about it when I’m not around! That swelled my heart. It felt good knowing that I was thought of by a man without motive—at least that was my assumption. I took him at his word.
My stream of thoughts were interrupted by the alerting of a text above my head. I slid up the bed to the nightstand and grabbed my phone, but I saw no notification. I looked up at the nightstand again and saw Azmir’s identical phone there. His phone didn’t have a case like mine, but apparently we had the same generic text tone.
Hmmmmm…he must have his Blackberry in the bathroom with him. How could he talk on the phone while taking a dump? Ewwwww! But how hot was it that he was handling business in every sense at the same time.
I laughed to myself and was interrupted when the phone alerted of a text again. I understood that Azmir was a busy man and his phone never slept, but today’s a Saturday and this is his personal line. Why the high activity now? It hadn’t buzzed all night or morning. I heard the sound of the shower starting to run and figured he wouldn’t be coming out any time soon. Curiosity and annoyance got the best of me and I picked up the phone. My primary mission was to silence it until he came from the bathroom.
I saw on the alert screen that he had a text from Petey and then one from Dawn Taylor. What? I unlocked the phone, went into the text app and saw his exchange with Petey. They seemed to have been discussing Kid’s birthday, but much of their conversation was encoded and I couldn’t decipher it. What was clear was that Azmir informed Petey that his ringer had been off purposely so that he could not be disturbed—DND—but he would be turning it on at that moment.
Okay, that explains why the sudden vibrating activities, but what does Ms. Taylor have to say to Mr. Jacobs? Without thought, I went to their exchange and read.
Gr8 c’ing U last nite…but not 4 as long as I’d hoped. How long R U N town? Can we meet 4 breakfast (ALONE)?