HOW THE THICK GIRL STOLE THE PRINCE'S HEART

KEVAH'S POV

DECEMBER 25TH, 2011

How long does it take to fall in love?

It's a simple answer for me because gaping at the exquisitely crafted delicacy in front of me, I'll have to say, seconds.

There is a thing called love at first sight, after all.

Like a bug-eyed creeper, I gawk at him some more; he is the most magnificent thing I've ever seen.

Now I know what tall, dark, and handsome mean.

I overhear mama telling Mrs. Shine that he is Brazilian. His thick velvety coat calls out for my mouth to come and caress it.

I lick my lips imagining how delicious, how succulent, and how mouthwatering his body tastes.

I can't stand this anymore, I have to have him and I have to have him now.

I gasp when I feel mama's palm on my back, "Come child, photo time."

Oh! brother. I facepalm myself and let mama usher me in front of the cameraman.

Two minutes later, and I assume the photoshoot is over, the cameraman points a finger over to my love. "I want one with the entire family, over there." My smile broadens and my heartbeats quicken.

My body becomes nervous as I saunter closer to him.

Wait! Did he just wave?

I almost wave back, but shyness takes over. My eyes catch the other greedy females and males who are looking at him hungrily; drooling and licking their lips and I realize I'm not the only one who craves him. But I know he only wants me to have him, or in this case, have him first.

His gaze burns me when I take my place beside him. My throat goes to work because of our proximity. He smiles and my stomach churns.

Mama stands beside me, we are on my love's right, while my stepfather, big brother, and my two younger sisters stand to his left.

The camera's light flashes capturing my moment of joy. “Beautiful," he declares looking down at the photo on his camera.

My family thanks him before going off to greet the guests, leaving me behind in the company of my love.

"Look at me, Kevah," my love whispers to me, but I can't face him, I am too embarrassed because I crave him so much. "I know you want me, Kevah." His voice is so rich and appetizing.

"I do, but I can't be tempted right now," I reply to him.

"I wish to feel your lips on me, I need to be inside you."

"I want you inside me, believe me, I do, but mama says - "

"Forget what your mama says. What do you want Kevah? Don't you love me?"

Jesus Christ! I want to say no, but I would be lying to myself.

I demand every part of him inside me and the way he smells is driving me wild. I can detect the distinct flavour of cocoa, the sweet aroma of condensed milk, and the tantalizing scent of nuts of all kinds.

Mama, forgive me.

Down on my knees, eyes closed, I take him in my mouth.

My senses immediately heighten, he tastes even sweeter than he looks, and chocolate fills my mouth as my lips caress him. I moan out my enjoyment when his sweet filling coats my tongue; it is white and creamy. My eyes roll back in my head as I swallow every last drop of his buttercream filling.

Hmm Heaven.

Fully satisfied I open my eyes and stand to my feet. I suck his residue off my fingers and lick some of him off my palms.

Everyone is looking at me in revolt. Embarrassment encases me like a cocooned caterpillar.

My eyes meets mama's and she is appalled.

Mama grabs me by my upper arm and hauls me away from the crowd. I glance over my shoulder at my love, he blows me a kiss, "Bye-bye, sweet Kevah."

A tear slips down my cheek. Goodbye, Mr. Chocolate cake, this isn't our last meeting.

Mama pulls me behind a door, and she groans, frustration lacing her words. "Kevah, why did you do that? - You know you're not allowed to eat chocolate since you're dieting."

"Mama, I'm sorry, but I just couldn't help it."

The Brazilian Chocolate Cake was too tempting.

"Kevah, you have to resist temptation if you want to lose weight. You're 17 years old, and you already weigh 270lbs - honey I just want what's best for you."

"I know mama and I'm sorry," I whisper with defeat in my tone.

"I know you're baby. Come here." Mama gives me a bear hug and places a sweet kiss on my forehead. "Happy birthday Kevah and Merry Christmas."

"Thanks, mama. And Merry Christmas to you too."

She cleans my face with a wet rag and I wash my hands. Mama wraps her hand around my shoulder and we walk back to enjoy the rest of my party.