Psalm

by Tatum James

Syre told her to make herself at home, but I didn’t think he meant make herself at home in my damn head.

Instead of acting like a normal person and asking her what she liked, I observed and figured it out on my own. I saw her drinking a vanilla Coke one day, so I ordered some to stock the fridge with. Then a couple of days in a row, she had Smartfood popcorn. I made sure to pick up a big box of it. I wanted her time here to be as comfortable as possible, no matter how uncomfortable it made me.

Although she got on my nerves just by simply existing in the same space as me, I was hopelessly smitten with Anya. Hell, the reason that she agitated me so much was because I couldn’t get her out of my head.

“Why do you hate me?” she whispered. Her eyes drifted away from my face, and I dropped my forehead against her temple. “Because you’re such a fucking distraction,” I confessed. “What?” she asked as I moved my lips to kiss my way down her neck. I felt like I was floating as she wrapped her fingers around my neck. Fuck, she smelled so good. “I’ve never felt distracted the way I do when you’re around. I need to be finding out who tried to kill my brother, not thinking about you. Usually, I’m in my own world. When you’re in my presence, I want to be in your world. I want you to be my world.”

“Nah, don’t drop your head. Since you were so mad you didn’t want to feed a nigga, the least you can do is watch me eat.”

I heard the paper rustling before the folded paper landed in front of my eyes. Why did I grin so big as I pushed up on my elbows to read the note? My wide smile stretched even further as I scanned the paper. Anya will you be my girlfriend? Circle yes or no. “I don’t have a pen.” I blushed. “What kind of nurse doesn’t have a pen?” Psalm asked, kissing the side of my head as he whipped out a pen and dropped it in front of me. Quickly, and without giving myself time to overthink, I circled yes.

“Take off that fucking dress and put your hands on the glass.” “What are you talking about, baby?” she asked, turning around to face me. “Did I tell you to turn around, or did I say get naked, Anya?” I asked, grabbing the hem of her dress and yanking it over her hips. My nostrils flared as her scent invaded my senses.

Mmmmmm sexy!

“Of course, that feature will only be on this version of the game. Well, that is until she saves the prince. I made it that way because although you only see me coming to your rescue over and over, you saved me. You keep saving me, Ny.” “Psalm, is this for real?” “Forever’s a long ass time, but I really want to spend it with you, Ny. Tell me you’ll be my wife. If not right now, then down the line. I just want you to be mine forever. I know you’re going through a divorce, but I’m willing to wait if you’re willing to keep working with me. You make me better. You make me want to be better,” he explained.