STORY: I Met Jerry (5)

"Are you never going to kiss me again?" I asked Jerry. We've already had two different dates after our first kiss. And still, he wouldn't kiss me. Why?

Focus

We had a dinner date. A date we had both looked forward to. The last time I'd seen him was about 24 hours ago but it'd felt like 24 years. How I missed my Magic! 

I was in a long flowery dress and he was smartly dressed in jeans. We talked, laughed and enjoyed some silence. Being with Jerry is like breathing - he gives me life.

A part of me was graving for his kisses. The other part of me was loving him for every second he didn't kiss me. The good girl in me sure wants to be good but the bad girl in me just wouldn't shut her trap.

"Are you saying you're never going to kiss me again?"

"Baby, I love you." he said calmly.

"Can you just answer my question, please?!" I snapped.
"I love you scatter." he demonstrated the scatter with his hands, and smiled.
Does this man think I'm joking? I didn't smile back at him. Instead, I put up a straight face.

"Baby, I need you to understand something.  . ."

I cut in, "It's either a yes or a no."
"You need to understand something." He had that serious look on his face which always keeps me in check. Always.
"What is it?" Suddenly I was interested.

"I need you to know that I love you."

"Ugh!" I was pissed. 

Who is talking about love here?! I'm talking about kiss, mister man. Jerry. . .kiss me! I screamed on the inside.

As he observed my disposition, he said, "Come here." 

We were sitting very close, I mean very close. His lips could reach my lips from there. But he still wanted me to come.

Whenever Jerry says "come here" even when I'm just right beside him, he wants me to lean on him so he can wrap his muscular arms around me. Something tells me he knows just how magical I feel in his welcoming arms. Well, I always run into those arms - the arms of the one who is holding my heart.

"Wonder, I love so much and I respect your body. I can't touch you because I love God. I love my purpose. And I love you." He said as he stroked my hair.

I sat up immediately. "Wait o! Like no more kissing. Is that it?" 

"Baby, you are safe. You will be fine. I need us to have a pure and godly relationship."

The thoughts in my head were on a sprint race. I couldn't think for a minute. I was numb. Then I closed my eyes. "But why did you kiss me the first time." I asked with my eyes still closed.
"Erm. . .you know. . . it was an emotional moment for us. So. . . we got into the mood. . . and we kissed," he replied gently.

"Baby, I'm sorry." He added.

"You shouldn't have kissed me the first time!" I pushed back the tears that had tried to fall. "You started it. You sparked me up. And now you telling me we are never going to ki. . ." 

He grabbed me. "Oh baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. It is hard for me too. It's a tough decision to make. Why can I not kiss and have sex with the woman I truly love? It is because I love God and I love you. I want us to have the best marriage ever. Can we make it work?"

This is the man I dreamed. The man who is determined to let the marriage bed pure and undefiled. The man who loves and obeys God. The man who loves and respects my body. How can I not love him?!

I looked up to heaven and breathed, "Thank You, Lord."

 Lord, help us stay focused. Especially me!

. . .to be continued next week. >>>

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Eewo. . . Who knows what's going to happen next? How long do you think this will last?

Lemme just go and pray!

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Written by Nwamaka Ajaegbu 
Twitter: @Amakamedia
Email: amakamedia@yahoo.com

Heart Rays . . .giving out  the light.