20.2-Worried

Xim

“Let me keep you warm, my love,” I took her in my arms. It’s surreal that she is finally mine.

Holding Imagyn on the bed, I rub her drying the water, speckling her body. She swoons at my touch and leans into me. The flower petals in her wet hair smell divine, picking up her scent and Kimarhi’s.

I’m overwhelmed by her being so close. Her exposed shoulders tempt me to lean forward and pepper them with light kisses. She moans in delight, and I watch a wave of bumps spread across her freckled skin.

In the past, I could never make the first move with Imagyn. Not once did I push or tell her how I felt. I always allowed her to lead, but now everything has changed. These sensational sparks, I feel with her, are driving me to do more. All I want to do is touch her.

For months I dreamt of this. Her arms wrap around my neck. I don’t fight as she lures me in. I stare deep into her eyes and fall head over heels for her again.

“My I’ma. I love you so much!” I have no idea how I could ever