UNGROUNDED FUSS

Hang on. What? Ready? From where exactly? Did he defrost the juice and scramble some eggs or what? "What do you mean it's ready? All the milk was spoilt." I state, and he stares at me for a minute before speaking.

"You heard me right. Breakfast is ready. I woke up early in the morning and thought, Since it is thanks to me that you will not be able to leave the bed today, since it is thanks to me that we had such sweet, steamy sex that now sounds like you didn't want, why not make it up to you? So I drove around and asked around, and that's how I found my way to the market. I bought all the foodstuffs that I thought were necessary. So maybe, just maybe, you can give me some little credit now, even just a little."

Shiet! Now that hurts, huh? He did all that? Well, I won't deny underestimating him. It seems I have a lot to learn about him. Wait, I didn't say I did not want what happened last night, did I? I wanted it. I loved it. I love the experience. If not for anything else, at least he made me feel how sweet sex is. I now know how it feels to be underneath a beauty god whispering some sweet, mind-blowing, naughty words while at it. I now know that heart-stirring feeling of someone moaning your name. The intense feeling of being lost in the crazy madness of sex—that point where nothing exists in the world but the both of you and that right moment. That moment when you can't even recognize yourself. He should know I loved every bit of last night.

"I guess that is too much to ask, too. I will go get breakfast. And before you ask, I have never done this for anyone—making breakfast and bringing it to bed. Let me know if you like it, so that I don't mess it up with the next woman."

Forget about telling him how good of a sex beast he is. He really knows how to spoil things in a blink, doesn’t he? Gosh! Next woman, my foot? He should wait and start that breakfast-in-bed nonsense with that next stupid woman! What am I now? An experiment? Annoying jerk! "I can walk downstairs. You don't need to go through the trouble, Mr. Moore!" I say, and I try to pull myself out of his embrace, but he doesn't let go. He is solely bent on annoying the fuck out of me today. Or is this usually the mood the morning after?

"Listen here, Miss! I am not asking you. I am ordering you to stay right here while I get breakfast. You are not okay, so stop playing tough!" He howls.

Oh, so now he will be ordering me around like I am his what? His sex toy? Sorry, not me! "I can handle it!" I snap.

"I am beginning to hate that stupid slogan of yours. It's annoying!" He snaps back.

"You'll have to deal with it." I yell back.

He takes a long blink. "Did your period start?" He asks.

"Why? Are you afraid of something? That I might get pregnant? Don't worry. If that happens, I won't impose on you. I don't force myself on people." I state.

Another deep sigh, and he lets out his frustrations. "I acknowledge the fact that you don't know me, and it doesn't seem like you are interested in getting to know me either, so I will tell you something about the only Deep Moore Azzua. I am neither a coward nor a moron, nor a jerk to run away from my responsibilities. If I get you or anyone else pregnant, my child will never miss my presence. However, that is not why I asked. I am just trying to understand your mood. For the first time, you stink, Gia Wilsons." He says.

"And your experience with women sucks!" I rant out, and I feel like a weakling right now. I don't have to be this affected to cry out loud! It just happened once. I shouldn't act like a cheap, jealous bitch! But I can't help it.

He soothes my shoulders a little, calming his demons with an annoying click. "I haven't stated or done anything out of the obvious. It is a gentlemanly gesture to clean the lady up after sex to avoid more irritations and discomforts, especially if she is sore. That is common sense.” Ooh, is it? “I don't get you, Gia! We had a beautiful night. We made love. Did I force myself on you? Didn't you want any of that? You said you could handle it, right? What is this fuss all about?" He asks now, sounding confused and worried.

You won't understand, Deep. My heart is just acting up, but I will handle it. I don't want a stupid feeling to ruin our friendship. I can handle this. I will. I take a deep sigh. "I am sorry. You are not at fault. Let's not talk about it, please!"I say.

"No! I want to know what it is that is making you act up like this. So spit it out! Was I terrible? Was I so hard on you? Did I do something you didn't like? Did I...

"Deep! I said I don't want to talk about it, okay? If it makes you feel any better, I wanted that sex just like you did. You didn't do anything wrong. It was mind-blowing. It was fantastic. It's the best night I have had so far in my life. We are both adults, Deep, so we are both responsible for what happened. But then..."

"The guilt is eating you up. You regret it. I can see it in your eyes!"

Ouch! That is hurt I am seeing in his eyes too. He feels bad. He is blaming himself for this. That is not what I intended. I don't want to see him hurting. "That's not...." I start, but he cuts me off.

"I am sorry, okay? Believe me when I say that if I knew this is how you will feel or react afterwards, I would not have controlled my urge and let you deal with yours because what I know is that we both wanted this. But it's too late now. The damage is already done. I am so sorry, and I promise you that that madness will not happen again." He sounds dead serious, and that stings like hell!

Ouch, ouch! An arrow just pierced through the delicate walls of my heart! That hurts like hell! And what hurts more is how he seems deeply hurt by my actions. "Deep..."

"It's alright, Gia. I want to keep our friendship, and so, like you requested, let's not talk about this. I don't want to hurt you anymore. Please forgive me. Let's forget that sex thing if that is possible." He forces the last words out of his mouth. The pain he is nursing inside is unexplainable.

"But I said I loved it. It's not your fault." I try to justify myself. But I think I blew that chance a long time ago.

"Saying is different from showing, Gia. Your words do not match your actions at all." He states this, his eyes holding mine.

Can’t he see it through my eyes how much I am sorry? How do I convince him that I am okay with "the sex"? How do I make him stop blaming himself for any of it? I can't ask him to make love to me again! This is not good at all. We can't stay like this. What can I do? What on earth should I do? I guess I should just listen to him and accept having breakfast in bed. Will that solve a thing?