A JEALOUS BUDDY

Do I sense something in his tone, or is my mind still haywire? "You don't have to worry, because I will put anyone who dares to bother me in their exact place." I wink at him so that he stops being a gloomy jerk. He is something else. He has no reason to be jealous, or does he?


"Okay. Don't do that again, please. You are my responsibility, and I worry whenever you are out there all alone."

"I promise. Can we go in now?" I implore. It's good to know someone cares for me, and it has to be him.

He closes the tiny gap between us, cupping my face and admiring it for a while, like he usually does. Then he says, "No. I just wanted to check on you and make sure you were fine. I have loads of work waiting for me. Goodnight."


He kisses my lips gently and then pulls away. He turns to leave, but I grab his hand and fall into his arms. I feel so safe when I'm wrapped in his protective arms like this.

The sex between us stopped the day I left his house. It's been three weeks now, and he hasn't made any advances. Perhaps because he wanted me to solve this mess around me first. But I miss him, and the mess is getting even messier instead. That makes me crave him more.


"How about I come with you?" I ask, looking up at his face as we pull away from the hug.

"Are you sure?" He asks, tucking the loose strands of my hair behind my ear.

I nod my head. "Alright. You can cook for me as long as you tell me how today went. Does that sound good?" He asks, pulling me to his car.

Today, huh!

"Sure."

I don't think I would let some details about today slip out of my tongue. I would rather surprise him if this pushes through because I know he wouldn't concede to my crazy idea.

And about cooking, my gosh! I am in love with cooking so much that I am already savoring the scent of the meal that I will prepare for him. I honestly never thought in my life that cooking could be this fun. I have had bliss taking his lesson, and after the lesson, he showers me with praises for how well I am doing. Even he cannot believe that it is Ellie who can now make a decent dish—a mouthwatering one at this point. I was just a hopeless case in cooking days ago, but now, men!

'Does cooking really excite you this much, or are you having some dirty thoughts in that head of yours right now?" Damian startles me, and it is now that I just realized that I am flushing from ear to ear.

Well, how can I not grin when I will have two types of delicacies to savor tonight? It has been so long, Damian, and I miss you like crazy.

I smiled broadly, reaching for his jaw, but I ended up dipping my finger in his deep dipple. They make him extra hot. 'And what do you presume I am thinking about, Mr. Almeda? I hope it is not you who is having some naughty-dirty thoughts," I say, playing with his dimple.

He pulls my hand up and gives it a gentle kiss on the palm. He then cages it in hand, while the other hand of his remains on the steering. 'How can I not say when you are giving all the hits that you are thrilled about some other meal and not just food?" He asks.

I should blush, but I don't. I think I am past that at this point. We are free to be anything we want, and we are so okay and free with each other. 'Well, you have done a good job starving me. You have been a bad boy!" I lament, and honestly, he has been one, but in a good way because I know he was playing the understanding gentleman given all that I am dealing with. It makes me love him more.

Love?

Ooh, yes. As my best friend. As my sex partner. As the best friend I have ever had. As someone that I would want to keep for the rest of my life. I don't think anyone can really bear with me the way he did, nor can anyone understand me the way he does. Nor can I ever feel safe with anyone the way I feel around him. He feels like the world that I want to live in forever. He is my dream man. Yes, and that I confess with confidence.

He presses his hand on mine, kissing it again. 'I wanted to give you space," he says, throwing me a glance before taking his eyes off the road again. 'I had a lot to deal with and so, in as much as I wanted to fuck you every day and night, I had to refrain myself. It's what gentlemen do, right?"

Dang! He always arouses me whenever he uses that word. He has this magic of speaking dirty and instead of riling me up, I end up melting to his words. Like now. 'I know, and yes, but..."

'You would have preferred that I nag you with my dick in the situation." He cuts me off, peering at me with the corners of his eyes. 'Don't be shy. Just say a word and you will have a handful of Damian Almeda. Just don't complain after or along," he states, and knowing him, I can only imagine what ‘having a handful of Damian Almeda' entails.

I reach for his cheek, and he leans in, welcoming my kiss with delight. I pull away and rest my head on his shoulder, snuggling closer to sample the peace and the homey feeling he bleeds. 'Thank you being the best person that fate could bring my way on this journey, Damian. You are the best gentleman I have ever seen!"

He leans in and pecks my forehead, his hand leaving my hand to encircle my waist, making me more comfortable. 'I hope you can stay long enough to see the best of me, Ellie!" He whispers, and I was tempted to raise my head and peek at him because I doubt that that was meant for any ear except his.