MONDAY CHOCOLATE MELTDOWN – #BASISFORLOVE
Aaron shook his head. “I don’t know. It depends. Do I know the people in the room? Is it my party? Are you in the room?”
I laughed. “There are a hundred questions. How does Pastor expect us to answer these? Oh my!”
“We have a week to submit.”
He took his glass of orange juice, and placed it on the stool beside him. It was three weeks after the first assignment before we got this. We opted to do it in my house after the shop closed, and we could hear Salome move inside the room since she excused herself to give us some privacy. It was late but Aaron wanted us to finish the assignment.
“I think I’ll scan and send to you. We have to answer separately.”
He shook his head. “Instruction is to answer together. That’s why there are two answer boxes. His and hers.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay. Let’s start. If we can’t finish tonight—”
“I’ll sleep over.”
We looked at each other. He definitely couldn’t mean that. The very thought was insane. I didn’t think I could spend the night with Aaron so close by.
I heaved a sigh. “Let’s start.”
The easy ones went by fast. Size of shoes. Favourite things. Mother’s age. Some made us laugh hard like native name. Some got us thinking, like where to be in the next twenty years. Some were tricky and got us to reflect on our choices, like the one I read out loud earlier.
“Size of under—” My eyes widened. “Who set these questions?”
“Size of what? Underwear?” Aaron arched an eyebrow. “I wear large.”
I covered my face and laughed. “Don’t even imagine I will tell you that.” I looked at the sheet of paper. “I’m sure my pastor didn’t see this.”
“Your pastor is very realistic and I love him.” He took the paper from me, and dropped it. “I can’t think straight when you laugh like that. What is it about you? What do you do to me?”
I was going to ask him the same question. Did married people feel this way? Always in need, wanting to touch, kiss?
He traced his finger over my face. “I feel so carnal. So immoral. I’ve never been like this with any of my old girlfriends.”
His words got me thinking. “Maybe because you never had to exercise any self-control with them.”
His voice was hoarse, and low. “Maybe.”
I picked the paper. “If your partner got upset, what does he/she do first?”
“I think I should go,” he said but didn’t stand.
His hand dropped to my neck, and he massaged it. I struggled to breathe.
I gasped. “Salome is in. We can’t do anything anyway.” I took his hand away, and stared blankly at the assignment.
And with great restrain, and several stops to breathe, we went through a hundred questions, some making us more aroused than not.
I knew these were also tests of a kind. Several questions impressed on our ability at self-restraint. Close to midnight, we finished up, and Aaron pulled me into a hug. I buried my head in his chest, and wanted to cry. It felt so good to be in his arms.
He drew up my chin and looked into my eyes. “I love you, so much, Shirley.”
“I love you more.”
He kissed my mouth gently. “I have to go.”
I nodded. He walked briskly out the door and I hugged myself. Victory over temptations was as sweet as it was bitter.
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