Cherie and I recently went through a hard time. It was quite something, the kind of rockiness I was very glad to see us survive. It got to a point where close friends of ours would visit and be able to tell that there was friction between us, no matter how cool we acted before them.
But here's the thing: whatever the contention, there's always him or me, who'd end up guiding us back to our love for each other. It's like behind every disagreement lies the quiet understanding that we are meant for each other and shouldn't give up on what we have.
I remember one time he got me so upset, I went to bed mad. I lay facing the way, uncharacteristically shunning the comfort of his arms. And all through the night, as though he wanted to get my attention without actually asking for it, Cherie would toss and turn, get up to go pee and drop back in bed with the kind of energy designed to remind me that he was right next to me.
And in my mind, I was like: See this one o.
Eventually, after another trip to the toilet, he came back to bed and laid down so forcefully, I had to turn, ready to berate him for not letting me sleep in peace.
But my ire vanished when I saw him wearing a heart-meltingly sorry face, body posed with arms that beckoned to cuddle. Lol. Na there the quarrel stay end. I mean, there was no resisting him.
There is no resisting him.
Whenever he craves a massage and I'm just not in the mood, he'll begin stretching his body – long, languid movements with exaggerated groaning and side-eyed glances thrown my way, all a sure way to melt my resolve.
I can't say no to him. And I believe he now knows that.
Cherie and I have lived together now for two months. I wake up next to him every morning. I see his face every day. And his scents are what I breathe in as I go to sleep every night. You'd think this sameness would dull the attraction I have for him.
I find him just as sexually attractive today as I did when we first met. And sometimes, we work at it to keep the chemistry alive. For instance, he of course knows I have a brief fetish, and so, he likes to walk about the house, flaunting his sagged pants in my face. That gets me hot and bothered every time.
And that's not the only reason he's become such a perfect husband material. There's the part where he acts with me like a single mother taking care of her child. The way he bothers about my feeding both warms and astonishes me. Sometimes I pity him. He'll always want to make sure I am okay and well-fed. He is such a perfect homemaker. There's this feeling of bliss I'd get at work when I'd take a break and check my phone to see his messages asking if I've had anything to eat. He's always wanting to make sure I'm okay.
Then there's the part where he's redefined privacy in our relationship. He'd go to work and leave his Facebook account on in the laptop at home, never mind that I'm there. There was a time we exchanged phones for almost a whole day. He went out with my phone to track someone, leaving his at home. And during this period, he replied some of my messages and answered some of my calls. This is something that would have given me a heart attack in the past, but I was cool with it.
So his cousin is around. And that has put a real wrench in our intimacy. There are no more naked massages, no more dancing to our favorite song whenever it comes on air, no more getting snuggly during the weekend at home, no more walking around the apartment naked. No more loads of things that we'd normally do when we're by ourselves, and it’s getting on my last nerve. But what can I do? Adaptation is key. Besides, all those things we simply did have to be stolen now, and that adds to the excitement of our relationship. We grab for the hasty kiss when the cousin is in the bathroom, or snatch back our intimacy when he goes out on an evening stroll, or go for a quick cuddle when he's snoring heavily at night. Everything now is so sinful and forbidden and deliciously so.
But the guy sha... The other day, he observed that Cherie and I use photos of ourselves as wallpapers on our devices, and he wondered out loud about that: "Why una two dey use unaselves as wallpaper?"
If only he knows!
Anyway, summer is around the corner, and I'm going to get Cherie some shorts. Something really short and sexy. It's time to get him to sample his legs in public for me, even if it's for a day. He has really nice legs with full calves and sexy feet.
I can't wait!
Another thing I'm looking forward to is my next entry, when I get to talk about those frenemies lurking on the fringes of our relationship, low-key hating, not knowing a thing about our struggle. I see you.