Please forgive me for any grammar mistake, English is not my first language.
He shushed her, holding her impossibly close to his body as his profile was flushed against her cheek. With one hand he held the back of her head, with the other the small of her back.
Inhaling softly he took in the smell of her. Her skin mixed with the smell of makeup. He didn’t care. It was her, all over, intoxicating, never ending.
“Not now” He mumbled against her cheek. “You can nag me all you want. Just not now. Later”
She mumbled something, all he could tell was the vibration against his nose and lips. His brow was furrowed and his lips pursed in a silent kiss against her cheek. Whatever she had said, she didn’t repeat it again, not that he cared.
They stayed like that for a while. Minutes probably passed, people probably crossed the street and looked at them, in the front porch, door wide open, as he just towered over her frame. Her hands perched at either side of his jacket, without saying a word until she shivered.
Dubz realised she was in her pjs, that she was probably cold, and he wasn’t exactly that much of a heat source given all the time he had spent out that night. His hands were cold, his toes felt numb, so she must’ve been double that cold.
“Sorry” He let go of her, looking at the ground before he could manage to look her in the eye. “It’s kinda cold tonight, huh”
“Kinda” She answered with a small nod. Then she looked behind her to the open door and pointed to it with her thumb. “We can go in, if you want”.
He thought about it for a second, but finally nodded, putting both hands in his pockets and following her inside. “Your aunt’s not home?”
She closed the door behind him, and he took off his shoes without much thought. Left them to the side so he wouldn’t stain the carpeted floors.
“Not now, no” She quickly went and grabbed some slippers, handing them to him. “The kids have this function thing going on at school so they went to see them. They said they’ll eat dinner with their son as well so they won’t be back for a while”
“How are they?” He looked around, as if he had never seen the house before. There were some new frames with family pictures. And a couple of Noa’s as well.
“They’re good, you know. I’m afraid I give them too much trouble” She went to the kitchen and he stopped at the door. “Tea? I have a blend of lime tree, chamomile, valerian and passionflower drops- that’s if you want them”
She showed him the container with the blend and he couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head while pinching the bridge of his nose in disbelief.
“Of course you do” He extended his hand towards her, still finding it funny. “Yeah, that’d be nice. Thank you”
She made a face and said something between her teeth. He didn’t understand, but he was sure it had something to do with him and he probably didn’t want to know.
“You can wait for me on the other room” She pointed at the sitting room, while turning on the kettle. “Sit down and take a moment to relax and… all that”
“I’m good” He simply observed, leaning against the doorframe as she was now putting the blend on a teabag.
Dubz preferred keeping an eye on her as she moved around the wooden kitchen. The light was warm, almost too much. Orange and made her look kind of weird. But it was a nice weird, he supposed, she looked sort of funny in her pink pj pants and that silly top of hers.
Not that the top was particularly funny. It was more about what it did for him than what it did for her, he supposed. Something like that.
“There we go” She said when the alarm went off. Grabbing the kettle and pouring the steaming water on a mug. Then she grabbed a small plate, a honey jar and a spoon and put it all in a tray before ushering him out of the way.
“Go, go!” She waved her hand in the direction of the door at the end of the hall. “It’s gonna get cold before we get there”
Dubz laughed and in a couple of steps he was already sitting down in the flowery pink and cream couch.
She sat down on an armchair and prepared the whole thing without a word, offering the mug once she felt it was done. She remained sitting forward, both elbows on her knees while she looked at him.
He could tell she was dying to know what happened. But, for whatever reason, perhaps out of compassion or manners, she didn’t say anything. Just waited for him to drink his tea in silence.
