Kiachue1
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LIE CH11
Yaya stared into the patio, with her cup of coffee in one hand and a blanket around her. Her hair was messy and loose by her shoulders. But her mind ached and her muscles were sore. She closed her eyes again and lay against the side of the door. What has she gotten herself into? Loving Barry was easy but leaving was like hanging on a spider’s web. It was a heart attack and every breath she took was never enough.
Barry’s hands wrapped around her waist, his gentle touch secure her but it was all an act. She took in a breath again and relaxed under his embraced. His breath was near her shoulder and it moved up against her ear. His nose, lips, cheeks skimmed against her skin. “Are you okay?” he whispered tenderly.
Yaya nodded and open her eyes. The sun lifted and shines against them and it was that moment of time that that rarely happens. It was like a sign to tell her that everything will be okay. It eased her soul for that brief moment and she smiled.
“Yaya?” Barry’s voice toned her out of her daze and she looked back at him. “You weren’t listening to me?”
“I’m sorry, I was just somewhere else. What did you ask?”
“I ask if you were okay.”
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I just wanted to ask, you seem so…………….. Quiet now.”
Yaya turn around to look at him again and hid her emotions the next. She looked away from him and couldn’t utter a word. What was she supposed to say? It wasn’t exactly what he would want to hear. She was a no one to him. She was supposed to live blindly, remember. Her lips tremble and her pupils lifted, looking up at the sky. She laughed, and hid away her tears. She smiled falsely but she was working on everything. Her emotions, her feelings that meant nothing to him shouldn’t see or hear her in pain. He would enjoy it too much. No, he would revel in it too much, even love to hear her in pain. She laughed and laid her head against his even if she had force herself to make him drop the topic.
“I’ve always been like this. That’s what you liked about me didn’t you? Remember when we first started dating, the first thing you said to me where… ‘You know why I like you so much Yaya, it’s because you listen and your quiet and very unlike any other women. You do whatever pleases me and you don’t complain because you’re very observant and not loud and annoying. You’re quiet and lovely.”
“Huh, I did?” Barry says laying his chin onto her shoulder. “I don’t remember.”
Point proven, Yaya wanted to say but held back her voice. ‘Why would you remember anything about us in the past?’ her conscious thought but she gentle pulls down his arms.
“I need to put my coffee away its cold and nasty now.” Yaya walked past him and into the kitchen while Barry followed her. His steps match hers and he was slightly making her uncomfortable. Yaya settle her cup into the dish washer and looked up to Barry who was thinking hard and watching her at the same time.
“Is there something wrong?”
Barry shook his head and crossed both his arms together. His eyebrows came together forming a V and his lips parted. “Yaya” he said slowly….he stop for a moment and she looked at him. He licked his lips again and looked up at her. “Look at me.” His voice even and serious, Yaya stared at him. Her eyes almost dropping and looking away but she held her gaze to his. “Would you like to….finally go for our Honeymoon?”
Yaya held in her breath for a second and looked away. It felt like they were being intimate with each other but they weren’t anywhere close to each other. She couldn’t say anything to him. She turns the other way, tears almost dripping past her eye lids. The last time she brought up about a honeymoon trip, he had yelled at her and told her to stop breathing down his neck. She held in her breath for a second again remembering the terrible past.
In succeeding to win her husband affection back Yaya had only one last hope left and that was to find alone time with him. She told herself to fight and to be strong. They once were so in love so they can be like that again. She waited that day for him to return from work but he didn’t come back the usual time. She waited up late and stilled no sign of his return. So she slowly fell asleep but awoke when she heard rattling.
“Barry is that you?”Yaya slowly stood up and glace at him.
“Yea, go to sleep.”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing, go to sleep Yaya.”
“Well I need to talk to you.”
“We can wait till tomorrow.”
“No, I don’t even know if you’ll be home tomorrow to talk to me about this.”
“Fine, what is it?”
“Well….we haven’t gone on our honeymoon yet and I was wondering if we can go. I mean you said you already got a lot of your work done and that you’ll have time for me. So I’m asking you if we can go you know. Go have some fun together.”
“No, we can’t I’m still busy?”
“Busy? I asked your grandpa and he said that all your work is done already and that we can go. You can choose wherever you what to go Barry I just want to have alone time with you.”
“Where not going, that’s final.”
“But Barry, what are you doing?”
“I said nothing, leave me alone and go back to sleep.”
“But we haven’t clear this up yet, Barry….just one trip that’s all I’m asking you. It’s not a hard thing to do. Look I’ll call your office and pack your things and we can go. You don’t have to do anything.”
“What did I say we ain't going.” Barry said turning around to face her.
“But…”
“We are not going. That’s final.”
“I just want alone time with you. You’ve been so distant and….what are you doing Barry?” Yaya said standing up and reaching for him. She pulls his arms to her and looks at him. “Why are you packing for?”
“Damn, women stop breathing down my neck, why don’t you. Don’t you know it’s annoying and rude?” Barry said yelling at her. He yanked his hands free, and continuing packing.
Yaya stared at him with astonishment. Her heart aching, he has never yelled at her before but this time it was pure hatred. Irritation ran along his voice and Yaya stop him. “Why are you packing for?” She yelled at him also. She yanked at his bag and pulled out all his clothes.
“Stop” Barry says reaching for his bag but Yaya empty out all of his clothes. Barry grabbed his baggage and yanked it away from her hold. She took it again and they play tug of war with it. Managing Barry’s cellphone to drop without him notice, he finally shoved away Yaya’s grip. She fell onto the floor and shocked ran in her veins. Her voice tremble with fear as her realization she was losing her husband.
Barry’s cell rings and Yaya glance at it. She hurries to the cell and snatches it away before Barry can get it. She answers it and she looks up at Barry. He snatches it away from her and closes his bag. “Don’t cause any more trouble Yaya, it’s annoying.”
“You’re cheating on me?”
He laughs at her accusation. His eyes dancing with relief, “Finally I won’t have to hide it anymore.” His last words before he ran out of their house to be with that woman. The final night she packed her bags and left that morning.
Tears burning down her cheeks, Yaya turns away from Barry’s gaze. “I’m not going.” She utters breathlessly. “I don’t want to go.”
“We can go anywhere you want Yaya. Anywhere.”
“I don’t want to go, alright!” She held an even tone and bit her lips. “We have long past that sage; I don’t want to go on a damn honeymoon that will cause nothing but more pain. I don’t want to be reminded of it; I don’t want to be…..” Yaya took in a deep breath. “We lost something that night Barry and that was fixing this marriage. You lost me when you decided to play the unfaithful husband. And now…..it’s nothing anymore. I’m only playing the role you want me to play Barry. Until you get what you want, I’ll have a role to play as your dutiful wife but when I give you your little heir….I’ll be nothing to you but more than a wife in name and the mother of your child. Nothing more. You’ve made it quite clear.”
Yaya wiped away her tears and walked past him. She went into her room and shut the door. She walked into her bathroom and stared at her reflection. She looked so dead and half her age. Everything about Barry pains her. When she needed someone to love her, they did at some point but they never care to stay long enough. Like her parents leaving her all alone in this world to face the world all alone. How the world made her hate herself so much. Yaya turn on all shower, cold water running down the drain and she sat in cold running water, crying her eyes out. Her head ached and her voice falling from her mercy cries. All she needed to do was let everything out now and later she will be fine. She can still hold onto her acting. She can still be strong.
Barry slowly walked up the stairs, he stopped at her doorway but halfway he stopped himself from walking into her room. He stood back and slowly fell to the floor. His back kneeling against the side of the door, his head falling into his hands and this ached in his heart. “What have I’ve done?” Guilt shimmered into him; he told his sister Lilia he wouldn’t break her. But yet, he did and he didn’t even recognize that she was already broken. She held it all together like a big façade. She built walls inside of her heart so deep and tall that, she was strong enough to go through him. But Barry didn’t even know that his present and coming back that it all but create new scars and left her other healing scars to reopen.
An hour pass, two maybe or even more and Yaya were still in her room. Barry final got the courage to face Yaya again. He opened her door and didn’t see her. The bathroom door was left opened and he ran in there with the worst scenario that pop into his mind. When he saw her lifeless body in the shower, he ran to her and relief charges into his breathe. ‘She didn’t try to kill herself’ Barry said to himself. ‘She didn’t try to kill herself’ he repeated and was relieved again. The way she sat in the shower told him she probable fell asleep or even fainted but she didn’t get hurt. He carried her wet body to the bed and quickly changed her clothes into something warm. He went back to turn off the shower and return to Yaya’s side. He carried her up again gently and took her to his room instead. Her bed was soaked from earlier and he laid the blankets on top of her body.
He sat beside of her and scouted in beside of her. His hands were laid into as Yaya’s pillow and he watched her sleep. Her pale white skin, her soft pink pale lips and her cold flesh touched his. She was very cold and he held her tight. Hoping she was in safe condition. Hoping and praying she was going to be fine.
‘You’re going to be fine Yaya.”
Yaya woke up from felling suffocated. She pushed against something that was clinging onto her and she struggled to get free. Was it her blankets she was so tied up into? She yanked again and something groans against her ear. She stood still and looked up to see a charming and peaceful man sleeping beside of her. Even seeing such a handsome face she also flinched at seeing his face, giving her a mini-heart-attack she struggled again and accidently punched him in the chest. Barry groans again and lifted his eyes to see her.
“You’re awake.”
“Yes, I am now. Can you give me some space, I feel like I’m choking here.”
Barry smiled at her; Yaya caught herself staring at him and immediately looked away. All these years of knowing him and he still made her heart leap out of her chest. His charming smiles, his dancing and dreamy eyes, and let’s not forgets his tone of voice that held her breathless. He still had such affect over after what he has put her up through. Barry snuggled into her more and tightens his hold.
“Barry” Yaya gasps at his closure. She wasn’t expecting him to pull her in. She wanted him to pull away. “You’re suffocating me.”
“I won’t let you go because if I do you’ll leave.”
Yaya stay still and softly said, “I won’t leave. If it makes you any happier I’ll stay on this bed, I won’t even stand up.”
“Alright” His hold loosens and Yaya pulls away from him. She pulls away and shows her back to him as she slowly breathes in and out.
“I want to see you.” Barry says softly.
Yaya turns and lies onto her back. She doesn’t look at him but observes her surrounding instead. “Why am I in you room?”
“You fainted or I guess fell asleep in the shower. Your bed is soaked so I took you to my room instead.”
“We have extra rooms.” Yaya huffs and leans up. It was as if signaling and alarming Barry as he caught her wrist.
“You said you wouldn’t leave.”
“Right I wouldn’t leave” Yaya said again reminding herself. She lies back on the bed and faces the other way. She couldn’t face him.
Barry leans up onto his elbow for support and he slowly pulls Yaya to lie on her back. She follows his lead but stares the other way. She didn’t want to make any eye contact with him. “Yaya” his voice was crispy as if it was itchy and he couldn’t say much or even mutter a word. “For now on, sleep with me. Don’t go into your old room or any other rooms. I want you to stay here with me.”
“I don’t know. I don’t think we can. We never shared a bed before even when we were married five months ago.”
“Where still married”
“Barely hanging on…barely surviving.” Yaya mutter under her breath, she was sure it was above a whisper but Barry caught want she said.
“I’m not giving you a choice here. I get it that you don’t want to go on a honeymoon and I won’t push the matter. But sleeping here, in our room, in our bed, sounds only right.”
“No, this is your room, your bed, your stuff, none of it is mine.” Yaya corrected him and avoided his eyes because if she doesn’t he could take one look into her eyes and tell what she’s feeling.
“All of it is yours. Now if I come home and find you sleeping elsewhere, I’ll raise hell and I’ll knock down that door and find you myself and bring you into this bed unwillingly or not.’
“Demanding as usual,” Yaya hissed under her breath again.
“Do you think I don’t hear you because my ears are working mighty fine tonight and every word coming out of your mouth are either annoying you or me?”
Yaya looked at him for a moment and shifted her gaze again. “I understand”
“And there’s one more thing.” Barry said, Yaya didn’t reply and she rolled her eyes. He tilted her chin up and met her gaze. “Don’t roll your eyes at me. Don’t ignore me when I’m talking to you and I’m sorry.” Barry said as he removed a strand of hair on Yaya’s face and replaces it at the back of her ear.
“Too late for that” she mumbles to herself again and Barry leans into her and pressed his lips against hers. Taking her by surprise, Yaya refocus and pushed against his chest. Barry snuffles a laugh and unlocks the kiss as he stares down at her.
“And don’t mumble under breath.” He says again smiling down at her. As he licks his lips and stares up and down into her eyes and lips. “Every time you say something under your breath I will kissed you. Every time you ignore me I will kissed you. And every time you roll your eyes I will kissed you.”
“Why are you being like this?” Yaya says suspiciously.
“It surprises me of how your body works. We’ve been so intimate with each other for the past couple of days and still one kiss from you still stuns you. Unlike when we make love, you completely surrender to me. You’re not shy at all but a kiss will fluster you and make you blush. I’ve just now notice that my kisses make you really shy.”
“Well that because….” She was ready to defend herself when she thought about what she was going to say. How did their conversation turn so rapidly into this?
“Because of what?” Barry smiled deeply. His dimples shown through his features which they rarely did in these cases of events because it was only so rare that he actually smiled at her and shown any real affection towards her. He was really enjoying her squirm under his every breath.
“Because….I can’t tell you” Yaya said slowly and ignored his stare.
“I can….” He said into her ear and smiled again at her. His eyes dance around and they enjoy seeing her blush. “It’s because I rarely kiss you. I avoid kissing you at any particular time. I avoid your soft, pink, tender lips, which by the way are swollen by my kisses and because they just cry for me to kiss you again because you’ve ignore me yet again.” He says tilting her chin up again and he glance at her whiskey eyes again before his lips met hers and he push for more. Kissing her lips and sucking on them until he was breathless. He unlocked their mutual and inmate kiss and laid his forehead against hers. His eyes staring down into hers as he closed in the distant between them, every inch and muscles away he closed them and holds their bodies close. Barry holds onto both sides of her cheeks and stares deeply into her eyes. “The only question now, is why I’ve ignore those lips for so long?”
“Barry, why are you doing this?” Yaya says moving away but Barry holds her tight. “If you want something just do it and get it over with. I’m willing.”
“Not tonight, no tonight I’m going to kiss you breathless and make damn sure I have you questioning yourself, why the hell did I wait so long just to kiss you. And I’ll kiss you till you fall asleep and I’ll kiss you again when you wake up. Because tonight, I won’t claim you like I usual do. Tonight all were going to do is kiss and I’ll hold you tight to sleep and we’ll wake up together and I’ll kiss you breathless again and then in the morning I’ll claim you.”
“Barry, what…..” Yaya didn’t finish what she wanted to say before Barry kissed her and he kissed her long like he promised her he would and he kissed her until they fell asleep.
Yaya stared into the patio, with her cup of coffee in one hand and a blanket around her. Her hair was messy and loose by her shoulders. But her mind ached and her muscles were sore. She closed her eyes again and lay against the side of the door. What has she gotten herself into? Loving Barry was easy but leaving was like hanging on a spider’s web. It was a heart attack and every breath she took was never enough.
Barry’s hands wrapped around her waist, his gentle touch secure her but it was all an act. She took in a breath again and relaxed under his embraced. His breath was near her shoulder and it moved up against her ear. His nose, lips, cheeks skimmed against her skin. “Are you okay?” he whispered tenderly.
Yaya nodded and open her eyes. The sun lifted and shines against them and it was that moment of time that that rarely happens. It was like a sign to tell her that everything will be okay. It eased her soul for that brief moment and she smiled.
“Yaya?” Barry’s voice toned her out of her daze and she looked back at him. “You weren’t listening to me?”
“I’m sorry, I was just somewhere else. What did you ask?”
“I ask if you were okay.”
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I just wanted to ask, you seem so…………….. Quiet now.”
Yaya turn around to look at him again and hid her emotions the next. She looked away from him and couldn’t utter a word. What was she supposed to say? It wasn’t exactly what he would want to hear. She was a no one to him. She was supposed to live blindly, remember. Her lips tremble and her pupils lifted, looking up at the sky. She laughed, and hid away her tears. She smiled falsely but she was working on everything. Her emotions, her feelings that meant nothing to him shouldn’t see or hear her in pain. He would enjoy it too much. No, he would revel in it too much, even love to hear her in pain. She laughed and laid her head against his even if she had force herself to make him drop the topic.
“I’ve always been like this. That’s what you liked about me didn’t you? Remember when we first started dating, the first thing you said to me where… ‘You know why I like you so much Yaya, it’s because you listen and your quiet and very unlike any other women. You do whatever pleases me and you don’t complain because you’re very observant and not loud and annoying. You’re quiet and lovely.”
“Huh, I did?” Barry says laying his chin onto her shoulder. “I don’t remember.”
Point proven, Yaya wanted to say but held back her voice. ‘Why would you remember anything about us in the past?’ her conscious thought but she gentle pulls down his arms.
“I need to put my coffee away its cold and nasty now.” Yaya walked past him and into the kitchen while Barry followed her. His steps match hers and he was slightly making her uncomfortable. Yaya settle her cup into the dish washer and looked up to Barry who was thinking hard and watching her at the same time.
“Is there something wrong?”
Barry shook his head and crossed both his arms together. His eyebrows came together forming a V and his lips parted. “Yaya” he said slowly….he stop for a moment and she looked at him. He licked his lips again and looked up at her. “Look at me.” His voice even and serious, Yaya stared at him. Her eyes almost dropping and looking away but she held her gaze to his. “Would you like to….finally go for our Honeymoon?”
Yaya held in her breath for a second and looked away. It felt like they were being intimate with each other but they weren’t anywhere close to each other. She couldn’t say anything to him. She turns the other way, tears almost dripping past her eye lids. The last time she brought up about a honeymoon trip, he had yelled at her and told her to stop breathing down his neck. She held in her breath for a second again remembering the terrible past.
In succeeding to win her husband affection back Yaya had only one last hope left and that was to find alone time with him. She told herself to fight and to be strong. They once were so in love so they can be like that again. She waited that day for him to return from work but he didn’t come back the usual time. She waited up late and stilled no sign of his return. So she slowly fell asleep but awoke when she heard rattling.
“Barry is that you?”Yaya slowly stood up and glace at him.
“Yea, go to sleep.”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing, go to sleep Yaya.”
“Well I need to talk to you.”
“We can wait till tomorrow.”
“No, I don’t even know if you’ll be home tomorrow to talk to me about this.”
“Fine, what is it?”
“Well….we haven’t gone on our honeymoon yet and I was wondering if we can go. I mean you said you already got a lot of your work done and that you’ll have time for me. So I’m asking you if we can go you know. Go have some fun together.”
“No, we can’t I’m still busy?”
“Busy? I asked your grandpa and he said that all your work is done already and that we can go. You can choose wherever you what to go Barry I just want to have alone time with you.”
“Where not going, that’s final.”
“But Barry, what are you doing?”
“I said nothing, leave me alone and go back to sleep.”
“But we haven’t clear this up yet, Barry….just one trip that’s all I’m asking you. It’s not a hard thing to do. Look I’ll call your office and pack your things and we can go. You don’t have to do anything.”
“What did I say we ain't going.” Barry said turning around to face her.
“But…”
“We are not going. That’s final.”
“I just want alone time with you. You’ve been so distant and….what are you doing Barry?” Yaya said standing up and reaching for him. She pulls his arms to her and looks at him. “Why are you packing for?”
“Damn, women stop breathing down my neck, why don’t you. Don’t you know it’s annoying and rude?” Barry said yelling at her. He yanked his hands free, and continuing packing.
Yaya stared at him with astonishment. Her heart aching, he has never yelled at her before but this time it was pure hatred. Irritation ran along his voice and Yaya stop him. “Why are you packing for?” She yelled at him also. She yanked at his bag and pulled out all his clothes.
“Stop” Barry says reaching for his bag but Yaya empty out all of his clothes. Barry grabbed his baggage and yanked it away from her hold. She took it again and they play tug of war with it. Managing Barry’s cellphone to drop without him notice, he finally shoved away Yaya’s grip. She fell onto the floor and shocked ran in her veins. Her voice tremble with fear as her realization she was losing her husband.
Barry’s cell rings and Yaya glance at it. She hurries to the cell and snatches it away before Barry can get it. She answers it and she looks up at Barry. He snatches it away from her and closes his bag. “Don’t cause any more trouble Yaya, it’s annoying.”
“You’re cheating on me?”
He laughs at her accusation. His eyes dancing with relief, “Finally I won’t have to hide it anymore.” His last words before he ran out of their house to be with that woman. The final night she packed her bags and left that morning.
Tears burning down her cheeks, Yaya turns away from Barry’s gaze. “I’m not going.” She utters breathlessly. “I don’t want to go.”
“We can go anywhere you want Yaya. Anywhere.”
“I don’t want to go, alright!” She held an even tone and bit her lips. “We have long past that sage; I don’t want to go on a damn honeymoon that will cause nothing but more pain. I don’t want to be reminded of it; I don’t want to be…..” Yaya took in a deep breath. “We lost something that night Barry and that was fixing this marriage. You lost me when you decided to play the unfaithful husband. And now…..it’s nothing anymore. I’m only playing the role you want me to play Barry. Until you get what you want, I’ll have a role to play as your dutiful wife but when I give you your little heir….I’ll be nothing to you but more than a wife in name and the mother of your child. Nothing more. You’ve made it quite clear.”
Yaya wiped away her tears and walked past him. She went into her room and shut the door. She walked into her bathroom and stared at her reflection. She looked so dead and half her age. Everything about Barry pains her. When she needed someone to love her, they did at some point but they never care to stay long enough. Like her parents leaving her all alone in this world to face the world all alone. How the world made her hate herself so much. Yaya turn on all shower, cold water running down the drain and she sat in cold running water, crying her eyes out. Her head ached and her voice falling from her mercy cries. All she needed to do was let everything out now and later she will be fine. She can still hold onto her acting. She can still be strong.
Barry slowly walked up the stairs, he stopped at her doorway but halfway he stopped himself from walking into her room. He stood back and slowly fell to the floor. His back kneeling against the side of the door, his head falling into his hands and this ached in his heart. “What have I’ve done?” Guilt shimmered into him; he told his sister Lilia he wouldn’t break her. But yet, he did and he didn’t even recognize that she was already broken. She held it all together like a big façade. She built walls inside of her heart so deep and tall that, she was strong enough to go through him. But Barry didn’t even know that his present and coming back that it all but create new scars and left her other healing scars to reopen.
An hour pass, two maybe or even more and Yaya were still in her room. Barry final got the courage to face Yaya again. He opened her door and didn’t see her. The bathroom door was left opened and he ran in there with the worst scenario that pop into his mind. When he saw her lifeless body in the shower, he ran to her and relief charges into his breathe. ‘She didn’t try to kill herself’ Barry said to himself. ‘She didn’t try to kill herself’ he repeated and was relieved again. The way she sat in the shower told him she probable fell asleep or even fainted but she didn’t get hurt. He carried her wet body to the bed and quickly changed her clothes into something warm. He went back to turn off the shower and return to Yaya’s side. He carried her up again gently and took her to his room instead. Her bed was soaked from earlier and he laid the blankets on top of her body.
He sat beside of her and scouted in beside of her. His hands were laid into as Yaya’s pillow and he watched her sleep. Her pale white skin, her soft pink pale lips and her cold flesh touched his. She was very cold and he held her tight. Hoping she was in safe condition. Hoping and praying she was going to be fine.
‘You’re going to be fine Yaya.”
Yaya woke up from felling suffocated. She pushed against something that was clinging onto her and she struggled to get free. Was it her blankets she was so tied up into? She yanked again and something groans against her ear. She stood still and looked up to see a charming and peaceful man sleeping beside of her. Even seeing such a handsome face she also flinched at seeing his face, giving her a mini-heart-attack she struggled again and accidently punched him in the chest. Barry groans again and lifted his eyes to see her.
“You’re awake.”
“Yes, I am now. Can you give me some space, I feel like I’m choking here.”
Barry smiled at her; Yaya caught herself staring at him and immediately looked away. All these years of knowing him and he still made her heart leap out of her chest. His charming smiles, his dancing and dreamy eyes, and let’s not forgets his tone of voice that held her breathless. He still had such affect over after what he has put her up through. Barry snuggled into her more and tightens his hold.
“Barry” Yaya gasps at his closure. She wasn’t expecting him to pull her in. She wanted him to pull away. “You’re suffocating me.”
“I won’t let you go because if I do you’ll leave.”
Yaya stay still and softly said, “I won’t leave. If it makes you any happier I’ll stay on this bed, I won’t even stand up.”
“Alright” His hold loosens and Yaya pulls away from him. She pulls away and shows her back to him as she slowly breathes in and out.
“I want to see you.” Barry says softly.
Yaya turns and lies onto her back. She doesn’t look at him but observes her surrounding instead. “Why am I in you room?”
“You fainted or I guess fell asleep in the shower. Your bed is soaked so I took you to my room instead.”
“We have extra rooms.” Yaya huffs and leans up. It was as if signaling and alarming Barry as he caught her wrist.
“You said you wouldn’t leave.”
“Right I wouldn’t leave” Yaya said again reminding herself. She lies back on the bed and faces the other way. She couldn’t face him.
Barry leans up onto his elbow for support and he slowly pulls Yaya to lie on her back. She follows his lead but stares the other way. She didn’t want to make any eye contact with him. “Yaya” his voice was crispy as if it was itchy and he couldn’t say much or even mutter a word. “For now on, sleep with me. Don’t go into your old room or any other rooms. I want you to stay here with me.”
“I don’t know. I don’t think we can. We never shared a bed before even when we were married five months ago.”
“Where still married”
“Barely hanging on…barely surviving.” Yaya mutter under her breath, she was sure it was above a whisper but Barry caught want she said.
“I’m not giving you a choice here. I get it that you don’t want to go on a honeymoon and I won’t push the matter. But sleeping here, in our room, in our bed, sounds only right.”
“No, this is your room, your bed, your stuff, none of it is mine.” Yaya corrected him and avoided his eyes because if she doesn’t he could take one look into her eyes and tell what she’s feeling.
“All of it is yours. Now if I come home and find you sleeping elsewhere, I’ll raise hell and I’ll knock down that door and find you myself and bring you into this bed unwillingly or not.’
“Demanding as usual,” Yaya hissed under her breath again.
“Do you think I don’t hear you because my ears are working mighty fine tonight and every word coming out of your mouth are either annoying you or me?”
Yaya looked at him for a moment and shifted her gaze again. “I understand”
“And there’s one more thing.” Barry said, Yaya didn’t reply and she rolled her eyes. He tilted her chin up and met her gaze. “Don’t roll your eyes at me. Don’t ignore me when I’m talking to you and I’m sorry.” Barry said as he removed a strand of hair on Yaya’s face and replaces it at the back of her ear.
“Too late for that” she mumbles to herself again and Barry leans into her and pressed his lips against hers. Taking her by surprise, Yaya refocus and pushed against his chest. Barry snuffles a laugh and unlocks the kiss as he stares down at her.
“And don’t mumble under breath.” He says again smiling down at her. As he licks his lips and stares up and down into her eyes and lips. “Every time you say something under your breath I will kissed you. Every time you ignore me I will kissed you. And every time you roll your eyes I will kissed you.”
“Why are you being like this?” Yaya says suspiciously.
“It surprises me of how your body works. We’ve been so intimate with each other for the past couple of days and still one kiss from you still stuns you. Unlike when we make love, you completely surrender to me. You’re not shy at all but a kiss will fluster you and make you blush. I’ve just now notice that my kisses make you really shy.”
“Well that because….” She was ready to defend herself when she thought about what she was going to say. How did their conversation turn so rapidly into this?
“Because of what?” Barry smiled deeply. His dimples shown through his features which they rarely did in these cases of events because it was only so rare that he actually smiled at her and shown any real affection towards her. He was really enjoying her squirm under his every breath.
“Because….I can’t tell you” Yaya said slowly and ignored his stare.
“I can….” He said into her ear and smiled again at her. His eyes dance around and they enjoy seeing her blush. “It’s because I rarely kiss you. I avoid kissing you at any particular time. I avoid your soft, pink, tender lips, which by the way are swollen by my kisses and because they just cry for me to kiss you again because you’ve ignore me yet again.” He says tilting her chin up again and he glance at her whiskey eyes again before his lips met hers and he push for more. Kissing her lips and sucking on them until he was breathless. He unlocked their mutual and inmate kiss and laid his forehead against hers. His eyes staring down into hers as he closed in the distant between them, every inch and muscles away he closed them and holds their bodies close. Barry holds onto both sides of her cheeks and stares deeply into her eyes. “The only question now, is why I’ve ignore those lips for so long?”
“Barry, why are you doing this?” Yaya says moving away but Barry holds her tight. “If you want something just do it and get it over with. I’m willing.”
“Not tonight, no tonight I’m going to kiss you breathless and make damn sure I have you questioning yourself, why the hell did I wait so long just to kiss you. And I’ll kiss you till you fall asleep and I’ll kiss you again when you wake up. Because tonight, I won’t claim you like I usual do. Tonight all were going to do is kiss and I’ll hold you tight to sleep and we’ll wake up together and I’ll kiss you breathless again and then in the morning I’ll claim you.”
“Barry, what…..” Yaya didn’t finish what she wanted to say before Barry kissed her and he kissed her long like he promised her he would and he kissed her until they fell asleep.
