So much jealousy

That night we decided to sleep in Brent’s penthouse. He wanted to have our dinner out but I resisted because I want to cook for us. I've been in his place a couple of times already so I'm familiar with his kitchen. In fact, he gave me all the security access to his penthouse if ever I feel the urge to stay especially when he isn't around or out to another country for business errands. He persuaded me to move in with him but I defied him since I'm not ready yet. 

"Baby, this is so good," he complimented my creamy spinach and basil lasagna. I put some more on his plate and I felt happy that he liked it. "Thank you," he said and smiled widely at me.

Brent has been extra sweet to me since the day we made love. He couldn't stop himself from being clingy. I'm not complaining though as physical touch is one of his ways to express his love to me.

We made love again that night which really worn me out the next morning. He convinced me to take an off but I don't w