Asrai Devin

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.” ― Sylvia Plath

Coming Home

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Serena smiled widely. She threw towel in her hands onto the counter and ran out the front door, barefoot. Ky ran to meet her and picked her up. She wrapped herself around him and pressed her lips to his.

“Nice to meet you, too. This might be a little forward, but will you marry me?”

She looked him in the eye. “I can’t. I’m getting married next month. He’s supposed to arrive here tomorrow. Maybe we can have meaningless sex until then.”

“You’d have meaningless sex with a man you just met?”

“You look just like my fiance. That can’t be cheating right?”

He laughed and kissed her again. “I missed you.”

“I was in Calgary two weeks ago.”

“For three days. And we had to do wedding stuff.” He let her feet touch the ground.

“Because we are getting married.”

“It was time we could have been having sex.”

She pushed his shoulder. “Or cuddling.”

He smiled. “Or cuddling. After sex.”

“You’ll get tired of me when we live together for real.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “This last year has been brutal. There wasn’t a week that went by when I didn’t want to demand you quit your job.”

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“If by heart, you mean.” He looked down.

“You’re a pain in the ass. Come on, let’s go inside.” She interlaced their fingers. “Your parents are gone to your sister’s. You said you were coming tomorrow.”

He grinned. “I know, I planned the entire thing.”

“You asked your parents to leave the house so we could be alone?”

He laughed. “No. I planned to surprise you all, but when I called yesterday, Mom said they were invited for the afternoon. It worked out even better.”

Serena bit her bottom lip as she looked up at her fiance as they entered the house. “So we have the house to ourselves. What would you like to do?”

“Go have a shower and we can recreate our first meeting. Except this time your plan will work, we’ll go to bed together.” Ky followed Serena down the stairs, checking out her ass.

“My plan? When was that my plan?” She turned her head to look at him.

“You forget I know you had a crush on me before we even met.”

“So I thought you were good looking. Then I met you and you turned out to be an ass.”

“And you got stuck working with me for the summer.” He laughed. “And I grew on you.”

“Like mold.” She smiled at him as the stood outside of his/her bedroom. It had been his room growing up and when she rented a room from his parents, they gave her that bedroom.

He bent and swung her up in his arms. “Listen, tiny girl. You talk pretty tough for someone so small.”

“What will you do to me?” she taunted.

“I’m going to show what a bad girl you’ve been.” He closed the door with his foot then turned and dropped her on the bed. He followed her down and showed her exactly what he meant.

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