My One And Only

“Why do all the records she has are gay??”

Tinsley implored, going through the record collection of Madison that was inside the car.

She did not want to listen to the radio but some sweet songs and here none were the right ones to play in the morning.

Kian shrugged in response having no idea why so Madison ever owned only records that sang gaily.

“Could she be…??”

Tinsley suddenly dropped that and Kian turned his head to look at his wife, having a funny expression on her face… a look of confusion and shock.

Yet he did not give a word response and just shook his head in negative indicating he had no clue… none at all.

Tinsley kept the record back in their place. There was nothing to play anymore but sulk in silence.

But she was happy at least she and Kian were back to talking terms again. He seemed more livelier than before.

She picked his left palm on the steering wheel and bought it up to her lips to plant a kiss on them, eliciting a small smile on her husband’s face.

“You smell good.”

She said, bringing his palm closer to her neck to keep smelling it. Kian pulled her hand to his face, planting a kiss on the back of her hand… their hands intertwined.

“You taste good.”

That made Tinsley laugh out loud as Kian continued to drop wet kisses all over the skin of her palm… she tried to pull her hand away from him but his hold was tight and stronger than all her futile attempts of freeing her hand.

“You are just hungry.”

“Maybe… I m??”

Kian accepted her presumption. Tinsley snickered, liking this moment they were sharing together.

“Which also reminds me that we had no breakfast and I m so hungry right now… I could eat you.”

He said the last part, looking straight into her eyes. His tone made a shiver run down her spine.

She pressed her thighs together as her cheeks got tainted to red, trying very hard to maintain her composure.

Suddenly the atmosphere inside the Range Rover got hot and bothering… troubling too.

Kian pulled over and it made Tinsley look outside why did they stop. She wondered.

He got out of the car and walked over to her side, opening the door for her as she got out too.

“Let’s have a real breakfast…”

He said and it was only then Tinsley noticed the street side cafe by the corner on the other side of the town road.

“… before I eat you.”

He whispered it near her ear, dropping a kiss on her earlobe before holding her hand and pulling her with him.

When they entered the cafe, she was a hot mess from his talks. The place was not that crowded as a city cafe would have been at the moment.

Kian led her to a table, secluded from the rest of the open spaces of the cafe. A private corner, facing the garden outside.

“What would you like to order??”

Kian asked, breaking her reverie of thoughts. She gave him a clueless look in response.

“Try to get some air… I will order for us.”

He said, liking how his small disturbing talks had such an effect on her. He pecked her lips and walked away to the counter to order something for the both of them.

Tinsley could not decipher the true cause for his sudden mood change. He was happy with her… at the moment it seemed so.

She could tell by then that he could be bipolar but it did not matter to her as long as they continued to be like this after every disturbing fight they would have.

After all, what were marriages if no fight in them?? The concept of ideal matrimony with no fight and quarrel between the couple was an unheard theory.

So not giving much thought to it, she decided to live alone. She loved him with all her heart and it was no doubt… he liked her too if not love her for the time being.

His possessiveness for her answered a lot of questions. It gave her the proof that he still needed… wanted her in his life regardless of what he had told her the other night.

“Here is your coffee and vanilla cake.”NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Kian said, dropping her cup of coffee and cake on the white small table and sat on the other side, facing her, drinking away his black coffee.

Tinsley mumbled a small thank you and cut a slice of her cake with the fork, eating it.

It tasted good, freshly baked and was hot inside her mouth. She did not realize the vanilla stain on her lips.

Kian leaned forward, making her halt in her action as she eyes him with confusion, wondering his sudden intrusion on her space with an open mouth.

He rubbed off the cream from her lower lip with his thumb before sucking the thumb clean with his tongue making Tinsley gulp the cake inside her mouth down awkwardly.

“You had it all over your lips.”

He pointed out, liking to watch her childish behaviour of eating the cake without a care of the world.

Tinsley parted her eyes off from his mischievous ones and looked down on the half-eaten cake piece, taking another slice with the fork and eating away.

“How far are we??”

She asked regarding the distance of their new apartment. They had driven for an hour by then. Even though the city traffic was hectic even in the morning time.

“Just an ally now.”

He answered. When he asked for Madison to book them a private place, far from the city… he did not know Madi would book them one-two hours drive away from the city.

“Why are you not eating any solid food??”

She implored, being done with her cake. Kian smiled at her.

“I don’t have anything other than my coffee in the morning. ”

It was something new she was learning about her husband and she smiled back at him, noting that point in her mind forever.