Round N Around We Go (Has Cupid Gone Mad?) Read Free Page A

first?” She pouts and realizes
that she has been cornered. He
is giving her four more days to
finish unpacking, “And why this
Saturday? What is the rush?”
    “It’s our one month milestone
for moving in together.” He
smiles and gazes into her eyes.
    Understanding
his
hidden
intention, she smiles back and
kisses him passionately on the
lips. “Milestone party, never
heard of that.” She laughs and
kisses him again.
    “Well, you just heard it.” He
winks and squeezes her perfectly
shaped buttocks.
    Reciprocating
his
passionate
touch, she cradles his neck with
both hands and gently massages
the back of his neck with her
fingertips, a trick that sends
chills throughout his body. His
‘on’ switch as she calls it,
once triggered, it makes him
horny. Extremely horny.
    He lifts her up and she wraps
her slender long legs around his
waist. He places her gently on
top of one of the larger boxes
on the floor as they fondle each
other. Mesmerized by his deep
green eyes, she presses her
lusciously full lips against his
and whispers inaudibly into the
kiss,
“I love you Ivan Solovich.”
    He hasn’t said those three words
yet and she isn’t going to be
the one to say it first, at
least not audibly.
    The
delectable
moment
is
interrupted by the ringtone of
her cell phone as he pulls her
tank top over her head. He tries
to unhook her black lace bra but
she tries to stop him, “I should
answer the phone.”
    “Nonsense.” He bends lower a
little and kisses the fullness
of her voluptuous breasts.
Helplessly she leans back and
enjoys the tenderness of his
touch.
    Just as he is about to unhook
her bra, her phone rings for a
second
time.
“Maybe
it’s
important.” She murmured. “I’ll
be right back.”
    Reluctantly he watches her stand
up and disappears into the
kitchen. Bored waiting, he sees
a paper knife on the floor next
to the box and figures he could
help her unpack by opening some
of the boxes.
    He opens the box right next to
him and a bright red journal
catches his eye. Curiously he
picks up the journal, flips
through the pages and realizes
that it is her diary. He isn’t
going to read it but before he
has a chance to put it down, he
hears her scream,
    “What are you doing? Put it
down!” She rushes over then
pries her diary from his hands.
Relieved that she got back in
time to safeguard her secrets,
she leans over, kisses him on
the cheeks and apologizes for
screaming at him. “I’m sorry
babe, didn’t mean to raise my
voice but reading someone else’s
diary is not very cool.” She
follows with a smile to let him
now that she is not upset.
    Surprised by her reaction, he
stands up and looks at her
coldly. “First of
all,” he
speaks solemnly, “you are not
just ‘someone else.’ Secondly,
you don’t have anything to hide
from me, do you?”
    Taylor clasps her diary tightly
against her chest and protects
it under crossed arms. “Of
course not, but I started this
diary a long time before we met
and those memories and emotions
belong to only me and not us.”
    “Fair enough.” Ivan’s protective
mechanism triggers a red flag in
his mind. He thought he has her
ultimate trust but apparently
not the way he expects it. “So
why is this diary here in our
home? I suggest you keep it in a
place that belongs to only you
and not us.”
Feeling rather
disappointed, “Taylor I love
you, but do understand this,
from the moment that you decided
to move in with me, our worlds
are no longer segregated. Before
you unpack all your boxes, I
need your commitment that from
now on, there would be no
secrets between us. If that is
not what you have in mind, then
we
shouldn’t
be
living
together.”
    He caught her off guard and she
is quite surprised by his
reaction. Feeling a little
intimidated, she decides to
retreat and to play it soft.
    “I’m sorry if I upset you in any
way.” Taylor feels