Sixty Days by Zoe Glez

full of confusion.
    I just glare at him pointing out the obvious elephant in the room. “Awww….shit, baby, I forgot.  I want you next to me in bed. I want to wake up next to you. I love watching you sleep so peacefully, then seeing you wake up so grumpy and adorable. I miss the way you lean your head on my chest while we are sleeping and how our breaths synchronize. I just…after tonight…” He sighs, breaking his train of thought.
    “Can I stay here? I promise to be out of here before anyone else notices,” he says, giving me the biggest puppy dog eyes.
    How could I say no to that? I just wish, I could be less of a coward and tell everyone about us.  But, I know if I do things won’t end well for him or our relationship. My dad won’t approve and my brother will kill him. I’d probably do the same if I ever find out Kev is dating my best friend. It’s a good thing that my best friend is this wonderful man standing right in front of me.
    Pulling out of my mental scowl , I finally nod, accepting his plead. He gifts my acquiesce with his beautiful dimples that make me melt into a mushy puddle of sentiment.
    “Come here , baby, and plant a big one,” he says while reaching out to me and pointing to his mouth. With his hands on my hips, I stretch to the tip of my toes and wrap my arms around his neck, closing the small gap between us. What starts as a slow, tantalizing kiss quickly turns into want and need. His tongue teases my mouth, begging for entrance. I happily oblige and deepen the kiss. Our hands move to each other’s hair, desperate to be closer, needing more. Suddenly, my feet are no longer on the floor but wrapped around his waist.
    “I love you , so much,” I breathlessly whisper to him, breaking our kiss for a tiny second.
    “I love you too, Lai,” he replie s, planting a kiss on the tip of my nose. His lips move to plant a kiss on my forehead and I close my eyes at the gesture. He kisses both eyelids before finally connecting us nose to nose, forehead to forehead, and reaching for my mouth once again.
    “Now… how in the world did I end up here?” I teasingly ask him, breaking our kiss once more.
    “I don’t know , baby, but your next stop is down there,” he replies, nodding to the bed with a huge shit eating grin plastered across his face. And just like that, Mickey has us both in the bed, never letting go of his hold on me. The move makes me squeak and giggle. Suddenly remembering were we are, my eyes practically bulge out and I cover my mouth hoping no one heard me.
    God! Laylah , get a hold of yourself.
    Mickey chuckles and removes my hand from my mouth, which makes me bite my lower lip. He lays there on top of me , studying my face. Finally, he leans his face down to mine and takes hold of my body and soul with a heated kiss.  I moan in his mouth, which in turn makes him groan.
    We kiss for what feels like hours, never moving further than second base. His hardness against my belly and the dampness in my lace panties drives me crazy with need. I want more, oh god, do I want more. But, we couldn’t take the risk, not in a house full of people. Eventually, we fall asleep in each other’s arms, ignoring the desperation to take things further.
    The next morning , I awake only to find myself still in his arms. “Hmmm…. I love waking up with you in my arms,” he says, tightening his grip on me. I blissfully smile at his comment with my eyes still closed, not yet ready for the annoying morning light.  I must admit, there is nothing worse than that God forsaken first light that hits you in the face as soon as you open your eyes. 
    Mickey pulls me out of my line of thoughts by placing kisses all over my face. First my cheeks, then my eyes, before finally reaching my mouth, just as he did the night before. Or was it morning? What starts as a chaste kiss quickly escalates into a replay of last night. I feel giddy and needy, maybe we’ll hit a home run this time. All of my hopes are