Chapter 63
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"No, you didn't."
She went on tippy toes and pressed her lips on my cheeks. I suddenly started to blush. The kiss wasn't intense or erotic but it was sweet especially since they were teenagers behind us watching us closely. I could hear their giggles when she pulled away.
"Did I accept your compliment now?" she asked cheekily.
I just smiled at her then tightened my grip on her hands. I looked across the line and noticed a weird man looking at Kalliyah's body. I cleared my throat and he caught my gaze. I placed my free hands around her waist to let him know that she is mine. She is mine and that means she is taken. She looked up at me with a smile. She rested her head on my shoulder while waited for the line to move.
How could I have hurt this gem?
I was such a fool for not trusting her sweet soul.
After we collect our ice-cream we decide to take it to the park. I placed a blanket that was in my car and placed it on the grass. It was like a mini-picnic instead it was with ice-cream.
Kalliyah and I were sitting side by side. We were looking at the pigeons who were walking about their business.
"They're so cute." She said before licking her ice-cream again. I looked at how she handled it. I know it was wrong but I couldn't help myself from getting erect. What she was doing to the ice-cream looked very tempting. Maybe even too tempting. I mentally kicked myself and started to look at her eyes instead of her wonderful lips.
"They're pigeons," I stated.
"I know that. I've lost my memory, not my common sense." She snarled at me.
I roll my eyes at her.
"You roll your eyes a lot, don't you? " She asked amused.
I smiled. I lick my ice-cream. "I got that from you. I've spent too much time with you."
"Me? I have not rolled my eyes once."
"Well maybe not now but before the accident, you rolled your eyes every day."
"Haha, whatever." She growled and rolled her eyes then place the ice-cream in her mouth.
I smiled and did the same.
We sat there and ate in silence but not an awkward one until she pointed to my face and started to laugh she was holding her belly. Aye, that's my style.
"Why are you laughing?" I questioned.
"You eat ice-cream like a child, how old are you?" she said between laughs.
I brought my hands to my cheeks which had ice-cream on it.
Okay, I had no idea that was there.
I started to wipe it off.
"You're not doing it well." she then brought her soft hand to my face which made me tremble. She wiped off the ice cream off my face and smile. "There, all clean."
"Thanks, but I would have preferred if you licked it off just like how you ate yours," I smirked.
She used the same hands and hit me in the head.
"Wow, that hurt. Do you want our kids to be deformed?" I joked playfully.
"No," she said seriously. "But I wouldn't mind. Any child I have whether healthy or not I will love him or her with all I have."
"Me too. I don't care either. All I care is that you're the mother. I love you."
She smiled.
Silence.
It hurt not having her reply to my confession but I didn't expect her to anyways. She didn't remember our previous relationship.
"How old are you?" she asked out of the blue.
"I'm thirty. Why do you ask?"
"Oh nothing, I just remembered when Ally told me my age. I was curious about yours."
"Oh, well nothing to be curious about. I'm yours no matter my age or yours. After all, we are adults. Old enough to even have a baby."
"What did you just say."
"Oh, nothing." I cajoled looking at the pigeons.
God, I love this woman.
Alex's POV
"What are you doing?" Santiago said as he creeps up on me for the millionth time.
I kept my eyes on the paper in front of me. "I'm TRYING to write a poem." I placed emphasis on trying, after all, I am the worst poet on earth.
He laughed. "I'm really am trying to write a poem but I am failing. I just can't find the right words."
"Let me see." I willingly hand over the paper, after all, he's written a few books.
"The beauty of your silver eyes mesmerizes me." Santiago read aloud the first line then he started laughing hard, real hard. "Really, chico. This is so lame. I don't speak good English and I could write something better."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Since you're such an expert, tell me what to write."
"I can't tell you what to write." I was about to speak when he cut me off. "But I can guide you." he then took a seat beside me.
"Fine, guide me. I need guidance. Literature wasn't one of my favourite subjects." I clarified.
" Well, thanks for stating the obvious." I rolled my eyes at him. "What a shame! Thank God, it is mine!" he bragged.
"Will you please help me and stop gracing yourself. I know that you're a writer and you're awesome and all. I need your help to make my date be the most romantic ever."
"Vale, hermanito. It's nice that you're taking her on a date. I think that will improve the condition and she'll start trusting you a little more."
"Yea, that's true and that's why I want this poem to be great since the first poem I wrote to her was a piece of shit."
"Bueno, then let's begin. Tell me some of the things you like about her"
"I love her eyes, they're just so beautiful. I love her hair, it's so soft. I like her...." he stopped me midway through my sentence by placing his hands up.
