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“And you’re mine.” She leaned down until her mouth hovered mine.
“With every fucking thing that I am.”
Then I kissed her. When she pulled back and smiled I pulled open my drawer and removed a ring box. This one held our bands. I’d had them since the day I purchased her engagement ring. Her eyes lowered and she lifted the lid, smiling at the simple beveled-edged platinum set. She removed mine from the velvet cushion and I held my hand above the desk. She slowly moved the brushed platinum band down my finger. I did the same then held my hand up. She met it with hers, linking our fingers. “We’re married.”
“We are but you’ve been mine since the day you accepted my ring. This was just a formality the world requires as proof that assuming you’re anybody but mine exists.”
And the comfort I need to always remember that you choose me.
“I know, but it means something,” she said quietly, her eyes settling on mine.
“It means whatever we want it to and right now, I’m defining the moment as a reason to kiss mywife.”
twenty-three
Jhorie.
One month.
I had been married to Ezekiel for one month today.
He reminded me with several rounds of sex before we made our way to the kitchen for breakfast. I sat with my legs crossed on the massive granite island top in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in front of me. Ezekiel stood at the edge of the island. His palms were splayed on the sleek surface, just outside of my thighs, as he leaned forward just enough to be within reach.
We were celebrating our first month of marriage in a very nontraditional way—him sampling my favorite cereal—because nothing about us was traditional. I loved that we broke the mold with what happiness was supposed to look like. We’d created our own rules since the day we resigned to the fact that together we were perfectly imperfect.
Love for us looked different but wasn’t any less meaningful. We chose to navigate our marriage with actions. Care, acknowledgement, and understanding for each other’s needs was a priority. The words didn’t lack value when we used them, but I loved him through my actions which he embraced. In return he offered the same. My heart belonged to Ezekiel Omari as his belonged to me. Neither of us took that lightly or for granted.
“Open.”
Ezekiel lowered his eyes to the bowl then lifted them to the spoon in my hand before he slowly opened his mouth.
I waited anxiously while he chewed. I felt like a kid, eager for his approval.
Over some damn cereal.
Girl!
My eyes rolled internally but outwardly I kept them focused on him until he swallowed.
“Well?”
“It’s sweet.”
“But good, right?”
“It’s crunchy sugar. I don’t know if that classifies asgood.” He pushed the bowl aside and slid me to the edge of the counter, leaning enough to level his eyes with mine. “But it’s something you enjoy so I’ll agree to disagree.”
“Good, then finish the rest.”
“Nope, I have other plans.”
Without warning, his mouth was on mine and our tongues warred with a greedy intent until oxygen was required.
“Breakfast is the best way to start the day.”
His eyes flared and a sexy smile surfaced. “I’m pretty sure our day began in bed with other activities,” he reminded me.
My core tightened at his words.
