CLEARING THE MOOD

"Tell me, Gia. Is this the new us now? This is how we are going to behave from now on, like enemies." Enemies? No, Deep! You and I can never be enemies. Not ever. I would rather die than see that happen.

This is the chance I have been itching for to straighten things up. This all started with me; I should end it myself. I take a deep breath. "I am sorry, Deep. I just don't know. Maybe I never expected us to go that far in such a short time. But I will be fine, I promise. And I have nothing against you. I just don't know how to behave around you anymore, you know? Do you want the former Gia or the woman you just had sex with? It's confusing. It's...."

He stops me from further ranting, putting a finger under my chin and tilting my head to face him. "First, stop calling it just sex. It wasn't plain in any way. You and I know that there were feelings involved, okay?"

Feelings! There were feelings. Sweet, right? But what feelings? The only feelings involved here are that I have fallen for you and that you are irresistible. You proved a point. Or, is the feeling mutual? Have you fallen for me, Deep? Does your heart beat for me like mine is beating for you?

Then he adds, caressing my chin with his thumb. "Second, I just want Gia Wilson. Not the musician, and not the woman I just fell in love with. Just Gia. All of you should integrate together if possible."

Alright. Made love, huh? We made love. Underline that. We shall revisit. "I'm sorry. This is just all new to me. I will try to get over it." I say, somehow getting excited that things are looking bright.

"Do you regret it?" I shake my head. Regret is nowhere close to my mind. "Did you like it?" Shit! My ears can answer that perfectly because I can feel them burning with redness. The way his eyes are deep in mine isn't helping either, so I need to close my eyes for a minute while I shake my head again. I don't know where my voice has run off to in a blink. "Look at me." Damn that sweet, authoritative voice of his! I slowly peel my eyes, boring into his. "Don't lie to me. You liked it?" He adds.

"I…" Ahem! I cleared my voice first. "I did." I was about to chicken out with shyness, but that flashy smile on his face prevented me. He smiled? Maybe he doesn't feel bad anymore? He isn't angry with me anymore.

"I was feeling like a jerk for not knowing what made you react that way. I am sorry, okay? I promised it wouldn't happen again. Unless you want it." He says so, and I playfully roll my eyes at him.

If I want it,? "Really now? Are you pulling my leg?" I tease, slpping his chest.

"I'm damn serious. I won't charge either." This sweet jerk! He is quite sweet and annoying at the same time. Charge?

"So, if I tell you I want it like now, you will just lie me down on the road and go on with it?" I joke.

"Mmh, no, but there is the option of driving to a nearby jungle or forest. Or a river bank. And there is even a better option." He winks, the smile permanent on his cute face. Now I know I am in for a pants-wetting idea.

"Which is?" I ask. This big mouth of mine and my crazy brain better not get me into another temptation. I can't handle another one. I will be totally screwed!

I follow his eyes to the back of the car. "There is more than enough space here. The boot is empty too." That made my hair rise, and my mind has traveled more than a mile away and back, dancing with the throbs of that crazy idea. Sex in the car? I may have no experience in these things at all, but this guy is just super crazy! The boot, really?

"You are so crazy! Where were you hiding this side of you?" I ask.

"It was always there. You were just too preoccupied to notice it. Do you like it?" Again, he winks, almost taking to cloud nine with that heart-stirring gesture.

"I am yet to figure that out. For now, Mr. Moore, kindly drive, please? You need this ride to refresh your dirty brain." I say as I turn to face forward, but then...

"Ride! Rides, Gia, are always rhapsodic! They are so mind-blowing! I'll teach you how to. Someday."

Okay, I know this guy and some words don't just blend well, and this "ride" sounds like one of those words given the way he is saying it. He has a dictionary of his own, I suppose. Or, just like his name suggests, he likes giving things a deeper meaning. "We are talking about the same "ride," like riding a motorcycle or riding in a car, right?" I say, and gawd! I knew it! This jerk! He wouldn't be smirking right now if the word ride didn't take his brain for a ride. Jeez!

"I love that you are back to your usual self. I love this Gia before me right now." Change of topic. He doesn't have anything to defend himself with. Guilty as charged.

"And I love this deep before me. I like us this way." I say it from the bottommost part of my heart. I missed this so much.

"On a lighter note, though, don't ever challenge me again, you hear? Because you, Gia Wilsons, are irresistible! You just don't know how much."

Take it slow, my brain! He is just flattering me. Don't get any ideas into this head of yours. Don’t put a deeper meaning into that. "I won't. But I will hold you accountable to your words—that I can ask for it, right?" I say it with a slight smile.

"Most definitely. Any time. I will always be available for you. And ooh, I would never pass such a such." He says it enthusiastically.

"Okay. I'll put that in mind. Now drive, and I hope you don't give that a different meaning too." I say.

"Before I drive, where is my kiss?"

Excuse me? Which kiss? "What?"

"Yeah. I had Sheryl send a kiss for me through you. So?" He says.

Oh, so he heard that, huh? And he thinks he is getting it? Well, no bitch has the right to kiss him, especially through me. Sigh!

"Aah! Here is the thing, Mr. Moore. Sheryl has her own man to kiss. She has no right to kiss you or send you kisses, so forget that one. There is no kiss for you." I state.

"And why not make me your own man, even just this once, and kiss me then?"

Damn! Does this man know what he does to me? My man, huh? Being a deep man would be like owning the entire world. How would it feel? To have him all to myself? To call him mine and do whatever I damn please to him and with him? That would be having heaven here on earth. I don’t think I could ever ask for anything else.

"Well, then? Are you..." I shut him by sealing his lips with a kiss before this opportunity slips out. I need to feel how it would feel to own the whole world, and I think that will quench my thirst. I longed for this. I was so thirsty for his kiss. Will I be able to stop this madness? To stop craving him. As our lips dance in rhythm, sharing this sweet sparkly kiss that tastes like honey and cream, I wish, I wish, that we can have a chance in love. I would treasure this forever and love him as no other woman can ever love him. He completes me.

"Thank you." He whispers after we pull away.

I smile. "Will that help you drive?" I ask, messing up his hair a little.

"It's what I needed to keep my brain focused. You drove me insane with your change of attitude." He says this as he turns to the sterling.

"Well then, drive. Is it drive or ride?" I ask.

"Drive, it is. That is better." He says this, smiling and pulling my hand to rest it on his thigh.

After starting the engine, he puts his left hand on top of mine on his thigh. Well, I love this! "And ride?" My mouth is running again.

That devilish smile appears on his lips again. It's making him look hot and cute and like a sweet, charming devil at the same time. "You'll know. When it's time," he says.

Riddles! Riddled! Riddles! When it's time? I think this is what will be ringing in my head throughout the drive. What time is that? And when will it be? What will happen or be happening at that time, huh?