𝐂𝐡𝐩𝐭 𝟗

The day has felt long and dragged out. That was until the thought of Kamala on that sink immediately brightened my mood. The way she was so open and vulnerable, it was such a site to see. Her moans, her pleads, and the way she said my name made my body heat up all over again. I was pulled from my thoughts when I felt my phone buzz in my hoodie. It was a message from Kamala. Seeing her name flash across my screen always brought a smile to my face.

Kamala 🩷: Be ready in the next 30 minutes. I'm coming to pick you up.

As I looked at the message, I immediately headed for the shower. I was about to turn on the water when I walked back into my living room and picked up my phone.

Allura: Mkay, where are we going though ?

Not even a minute went by and she responded.

Kamala 🩷: Don't worry about it just get dressed.

She's so damn bossy. I placed my phone on the couch as I headed for the shower. I didn't know where we were going or what she had planned so I decided on wearing something casual. An off— the shoulder white long sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and my black and white Rick Owen's to top it off. Simple, but cute. For my hair, I decided to do one fishtail braid. My hair was almost touching my butt so I tried to keep it out of my face. I placed my ring on my finger along with my silver necklace with an 'A' hanging below.

I was ready to go, adding my Versace perfume for the finishing touch. As if right on cue, I heard a knock on the door. I happily sped walk knowing it was my beautiful Kamala standing just on the other side. Her knock was always the same every time. As I opened the door, there was Kamala looking so effortlessly beautiful. She was wearing dark blue jeans, a brown blazer with a white collared shirt underneath to match, her hair in loose curls, and her black and white converse to match. She smelled so good that I didn't realize how long I had been staring at her.

"There's my beautiful girl." Kamala said, as she stood with a bouquet full of roses.

The gesture was so sweet and caring. She stood on the other side looking gorgeous and I couldn't pull my eyes away from her. She'd always had that effect on me whether it was in the classroom or outside of it. Before she could say anything else, I gently pulled her inside as I placed my lips on hers. Her hands found my waist as we savored into a kiss. She smelled so good, like vanilla and a hint of cashmere. We pulled back slightly taking in each others features.

Kamala tucked the loose hairs from my braid behind my ears. "Someone's excited to see me." She said as her lips formed into a smirk.

"I'm always excited to see you, you're like a magnet or something I swear. On top of that, you look good as hell right now."

She let out a little laugh as she took my hand in hers. "That's a good thing thought right?"

I inched closer to her as I placed a kiss to her cheek. "It is actually. Now can you please tell me where we're going?" My lip pouted as I used my pleading eyes.

She looked up at the sky debating whether or not she wanted to tell me. "Hmm," she said forming her lips into a ball. "Nope, I think I'm okay. But let's get going."

We got into the car listening to music and easing into conversation. Talking with Kamala always felt natural. Whenever she was passionate about something she spoke with confidence. She always spoke with her hands and half the time I didn't even think she realized it. But it was something I admired about her so deeply. We were talking as we came up on a huge field with dim lights and a few other cars were pulled in. Instead of grass, the ground was covered with snow and the lights lit around the area created the perfect contrast. I was in such awe of the scenery as I turned to look at Kamala who was looking at me like I was the only person that mattered.

"This is so beautiful, Kamala. How did you find this?"

"Because I'm a romantic and a charmer. I have my ways." Her voice teased as she slipped her hand into mine.

Once we pulled in, Kamala chose to be parked right in the middle of the snow. Front and center with the movie showing previews.

I happily adjusted in my seat as I turned my attention to her. "What are we watching?"

Kamala reached into to the backseat and brought out a big soft blanket for two of us along with a bag full of snacks and drinks.

"We're watching 'The Notebook.' She said excitedly.

My face lit up and I could feel the excitement bubbling through. "Oh god, I love that movie. It's such a classic romantic movie."

Kamala gave me that warm smile as she took the blanket and spread it out between us. She grabbed my thigh and scooted me closer towards her. "Okay, so I brought a bunch of sudden snacks just in case you had a taste for something specific."

Kamala had it all. From Doritos, to popcorn, and even snack cakes. She was a foodie so didn't care which snack she chose.

"I bet I know which one you'll choose before you even touch it."

She furrowed her eyebrow as she looked at me with that challenging look. "Oh really? How do you know which one I'll choose?"

I shrugged my shoulder confidently as I eyed the snacks. "Let's see, I've only been around you for a couple of years so I'm not sure." I said playfully as I tapped the red Doritos in the bag.

Kamala didn't hold in her laugh as she grabbed the Doritos. "Fine, that's true. And yes I was going for the Doritos."

The movie was starting while Kamala and I settled into a comfortable position. I wasn't even a few inches away from her but she kept pulling me in closer. I snickered a bit at her gesture.

As she snacked on her Doritos, she looked down at me. My head resting into her chest. "What are you laughing about?"

"I'm laughing because you keep pulling me closer but I can't go any closer."

Kamala kissed my forehead pulling me in even closer. "It's something about touch that I just love. I'm gonna be all over you as much as I can so you might as well go ahead and get used to it."

I held onto her just a bit tighter. I was in love with Kamala and there was no doubt in my mind that she felt the same. Neither one of us said it yet, but I could feel it in moments like these. As the movie played, we settled into a comfortable silence. The only sound being from the snacks we ate. I had become curious after a while so I started to ask Kamala a few questions.

"Kamala?" I said as my voice was just at a whisper.

"Yes, baby?" Her voice was always so soft with me.

"What made you want to become a professor?"

Kamala's lip formed into a faint smile as she spoke. "Well, I used to be a prosecutor but as time went on and I got older, I wanted to help other young adults into becoming whatever is it they put their mind too. Students like you especially, I see so much potential."

I looked up at her quick and sharp. "Oh so you're saying you like other students?"

She rolled her eyes playfully clearly ignoring my slight jealousy. "No that's not what I'm saying. There you go getting yourself all rattled up for nothing. I only have eyes for you, sweet pea, so cut it out."

Boy did she know how to get me hot and bothered. I had to adjust in my seat because I would feel the heat starting to radiate in my jeans. Nothing slips pass Kamala though.

"Mhm, I know why you're adjusting, Allura. But don't think I forgot about how you were acting like Ms. Big girl today." Her tone becoming low as she spoke right into my ear.

I bit my lip slightly as I brought my attention back to the movie. She knew exactly what she was doing and it was working.