Isabelle, sure she’s my best friend, and sure I love her to death, but she pissed me off when she dropped my cell phone into a glass of Mojito. Sure, I was drunk and sure I probably deserved it since I’d been out having girl’s night and still texting my boyfriend, but I couldn’t resist.
I’ve gone days without a phone. The damn thing never did start back up even in a cup of rice for a day or so. It’s toast. And today we finally got a chance to go to the store to pick up a new phone, but I have no way of getting my old contacts back. I’m not as tech savvy as I’d always assumed I was. On top of all that madness, I’m worried Elliot thinks I don’t want anything to do with him anymore, that is definitely not the case, we’ve never gone a day without talking to one another. After Isabelle leaves, I’ll probably call my dad to have Janine give me his number just so I can call him to let him know what’s been going on.
“Can I help you?” I hear Isabelle’s voice while I’m in the kitchen popping some popcorn.
“I’m here to see Melody,” I hear Elliot’s voice as I drop everything to run towards him.
Jumping into his arms, I’m overwhelmed with glee, “I’ve missed you so much,” I’m in his arms swinging my legs from behind as I see the confused look on Isabelle’s face.
“This must be Elliot,” she closes the door as Elliot steps inside with me still in his arms.
“Yes,” I’m over the moon to have him here and I make it known as I kiss him hard, he doesn’t get much of a chance to speak.
“I think that’s my cue to leave,” Isabelle disappears and I don’t even notice it but for a split second.
“What are you doing here?” I suddenly question him but still not letting him go.
“I was worried about you, I hadn’t heard from you in days, I thought something bad happened,” he looks a little upset.
“I’m so sorry, Isabelle took my phone and tossed it into a glass of Mojito since I was texting you at that club. I tried to recover it by putting it in a cup of rice, but that didn’t help,” I frown, “Are you mad?”
“I’m not mad, silly, I was worried,” I leave his embrace to get my new phone.
“Could you put your number in there so I have it now,” I ask.
“Don’t have to ask me twice,” he takes the phone out of my hand and enters his number.
“Can I get you something to drink? How long you planning on staying? When are you moving in across the hall?” I’m hard to control once I get going, but Elliot has figured out what very many didn’t; he kissed me. His lips took over any of the words that were going to flow out of my mouth.
“I get the keys tomorrow,” he releases long enough to say those words and then continues to kiss me.
Taking a short breath, “You’re spending the night with me,” I grin full of excitement.
The following day, after Elliot has received his keys to his new apartment across from mine, we empty his car and situate the apartment enough for the furniture that will be delivered later this afternoon. While we’re resting though, we’re breaking in the floor of his apartment like any couple would. There’s so much space and so many rooms to christen nothing is holding us back.
“I’m wore out,” I say after our third quickie.
“But we still have the bathroom sink,” he’s ready and willing.
“And I’m going to need you to wait and actually feed me,” I zip my pants up as he pulls me by the belt loops, pulls the zipper back down, and starts to kiss me below my belly button, “I’ll feed you alright,” and if I don’t pull back fast enough I’ll have a hickie there as well.
“And I’ll let you do that later,” I grin pushing him a way, “it’s time to grab something to eat before the movers come back,” I wait by the door.
“You drive me crazy,” he mutters.
“I know, that’s my intention,” I smile genuinely.
Having Elliot in my life has to exceed anything wonderful I’ve ever lived. My mood triples when I’m in his presence, he’s caring, a great listener, and the way our music connects when we play together are beyond perfection. I can’t get enough of him and when he’s not around, I miss him deeply. I never want to live without him. The sex is miraculous. He’s warm and gentle, but as soon as I ask for a little more, he happily obliges. He’s exactly what my father always wanted for me. And because father is happy to see us as a couple, he has invited us over for dinner.
“You ready babe?” Elliot walks through my apartment door.
“Do I look okay?” I show off the beige blouse, his favorite pair of my jeans, and sandals and wait for his approval.
“Babe, you look sexy in everything you wear, especially those jeans,” he growls, “but shouldn’t I worry what I wear, we’re going to see your dad after all.” He has a valid point. My dad has seen me in everything so it shouldn’t matter what I wear, but I still want us to look decent enough showing up as a couple.
The sexy black polo shirt which is pressed against his chest and shows off his abs, my favorite pair of jeans of his held up by a belt, and white tennis shoes, “You look hot, I don’t know if I can take you with me, we might not make it to my fathers for dinner,” I joke, but honestly, I’m starting to wonder if we’ll have time for a quick pit stop on the way to the Burbs.
“I’ll be fine with that,” the wink flashes making me want to melt instantly.
I have a hot boyfriend!