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The sound of Patrice's laughter was music to my ears. I look over at her and knew that I had a stupid grin that lighted up my face like a love-sick puppy but I did not give a damn.

Watch yah nuh, man in love an him not afraid to show it.

My inner voice was having a field day at my expense from the minute I texted her and she responded in seconds.

"Look at it an tell mi if you like it," she said but my eyes were plastered on her face when I responded.

"Mi love it."

"Mi face have mirror in deh Medz?" she ask with a shake of her head as she gave me a playful shove.

I wanted so much to kiss her smiling lips. From the minute I reached her grandmother's shop I wanted to pull her body close to mine and drink from the sweet ambrosia that was in her mouth. Her kisses last night had proven that they were Aphrodite's love potion.

It was like I was drunk on her presence. Not to mention how the feel of her hands on my face set me on fire when she touch the side of my head to position it properly to comb my hair. Nestled between her open legs as I was seated on the floor and her on the sofa in my den intensified my awareness of her.

I had often time had to will my hands from stroking her calf or just gripping her ankle for just the simple act of doing so.

For the past hour, I was in various states of arousal that I hid beneath one of the cushions I had purposely placed on my lap.

Never had anyone combing my hair filled me with such churning desires. It seems her fingers turn my scalp into an amorous zone of sexual exploitation.

It was an onerous task to keep my mind off taking her on the sofa and every frigging other place the den offered.

I was the type of person the minute my hair started to comb I fell asleep. There was just something relaxing about my hair being combed and more so when it was being shampooed. I doubt that if Pet gave me a shampoo I would have lasted. Patrice created the total opposite. I was fully awake and in more ways than one.

Might hear on Prime Time News at seven o'clock that a popular music promoter and entertainment coordinator was charged with rape.

"Gwaan guh look pan yuh hair mek mi check pan e spaghetti," she told me making to rise but I just sat there causing her to have to stay put as I was still leaning into her.

She frowned at me curiously and I just gave a contented sigh as I grinned and nestled closer to her thigh which was on full display as the jean skirt of her jumper had ridden up when she sat.

"Medz mi naah eat no bun up food enuh," she said making another attempt to move.

"Don't have to I can take you out to dinner."

"Mi waah mi spicy shrimp pasta in creamy coconut sauce weh mi seh mi want as payment fi comb yuh big head," she responded giving me a playful shove.

"Mi ab something else with a nicer an creamier sauce weh mi can give yuh," I said looking up at her with a devilish grin.

"Kip dah one deh," she laughed, "dat sauce come with a nine-month guarantee that mi responsible fah fi eighteen years."

I burst out laughing as she gave me a playful shove which I used to propel myself from the warm floral scent of her body.

I watch as she got up and walk to the kitchen my mind filling with the thought of how splendid it would be to have her to come home to at the end of every day. Her being here gave the house a different feel that brought forth a totally content vibe.

I got up from the floor and walk to the nearest mirror. I stared at my reflection in the oblong silver gilt frame wall mirror that hung on the hall's wall that bordered the dining room. After brief scrutiny of my new hairdo, I gave my reflection a nod of appreciation. Not what I had in mind but I am liking it.

I make my way to the kitchen my mind drifting to earlier when I picked her up. Patrice when we had made a stop at the supermarket to make a few purchases for her shrimp pasta had walked over to the cosmetic counter after we had stood in the check-out line and took up a pack of black beads. I had raised a brow in query but she had only smiled when she returned to stand by me.

Later when the braids were finished and she pulled the pack and started to thread the beads on the end of the box plaits I protested saying that I rather prefer to look as male as male can be.

"Watch yah, kip yuh sef quiet a yuh a comb yuh hair or mi?"

"Wait a bad yuh a bad mi up?!" I had said in mock astonishment.

"Mi? No sah, mi nuh waah yuh run mi before mi eat mi pasta," she replied laughing before telling me to go and look if I liked what she did with my hair.

There was just something about Patrice that made you value every second, minute and hour that she was around.

I lean against the door frame and watch as she busied herself at the stove. The sweet aroma that permeates the air made my stomach rumble and I push myself from the door frame and walk over to her.

My eyes took in the appealing sight of her stirring her deliciously mouth-watering shrimp mixture like what it saw. The way her breasts and hips jiggled tantalising as she moved increased both my manly and physical appetite. I did not know which I was more hungry for...Patrice or her pasta, but all I know was I was craving both.

It's just that the order in which I wanted to feast was not going to be forthcoming. Patrice was not here to feed my sexual hunger for her.

"That really smells nice," I said moving to stand beside her when what I wanted was to press myself against her sexy frame and let her feel my need against her shapely ass.

"Nuh tru," she grinned turning off the burner.

"Neva know mi wudda eva see waah Sunday when rice an peas naah cook inna mi kitchen when mi deh home," I told her moving to lean against the kitchen counter.

"It nuh too late fi yuh start cook," she said turning her head to look at me with a wide grin, "besides mi finish so come start yuh Sunday pot."

As she said this she was dishing a plate. I made no reply just quietly stood there and when she placed it on the counter I immediately scooped up the plate and made to leave but her quick reflexes had her catching a handful of my purple tshirt to pull me back.

I was not putting up much resistance and allowed her to pull me back. As she made to take the plate I held it above our heads and burst out laughing as she tried desperately to reach for the plate.

"Try harder babes," I said backing away and in the same instance taking a shrimp from the hoist plate and popping it into my mouth

"Ok so a so yuh a dweet," she said pointing at me. " Alright, den mi a guh just tek e rest inna d pot and yuh naah get none a mi garlic bread."

"Mmm," I mumbled enjoying the succulent shrimp and perfectly cooked spaghetti. "It really tastes good."

She smiled, "wha yuh expec a mi cook it, anything mi duh affi nice."

"Anything?" I asked mischievously as I walked over to the pot and dished out a few more spoonfuls of shrimp pasta on the plate.

"Yes, anything."

I place the plate on the counter and came to stand extremely close to her. You could feel the heat radiating off our bodies and her breath fan my cheek as I leaned close to her and whisper in her ear as I took a fork from the dish drainer behind her.

"I hope to one day find that statement true."

I inwardly smile at the way her cheeks became flush and the way her breath became a quick audible gasp as I let my fingers brush hers as I handed her the fork.

"Let's eat."

She was still staring at me as I took my fork and twist some of the flat spaghetti around it and stick a juicy shrimp. I slowly brought it to my mouth and the way her eyes followed my every move was a pleasure in itself.

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