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“Baby, you okay?”
“What? Oh yeah, I’m okay. I might need coffee though, is your bathroom through that door?” My girl, she’s a mess. Especially first thing in the morning.
“Yeah, it is. Coffee is ready and waiting downstairs for you.” She’s up and walking to the bathroom, but I stop her on the way.
My hands find her hips, she stops and says, “Oh,” her lips in the perfect shape of an O and it has my mind thinking and my dick growing.
“Thank you,” I whisper before my lips lightly graze hers. It’s just one kiss, one I know full well if I deepened it, we would both be in my bed, and as much as I want her naked and writhing beneath me. Fuck, I’d love nothing better, yet something is making me hold back, barely.
“For what?” she questions.
“Taking a chance on us,” I dip my head towards hers again, only this time I run my nose along hers. Something I’m finding I need, like it’s my last breath.
“Did he really just say that, he did, didn’t he?” she turns and mumbles under her breath.
I chuckle and say, “I heard that.”
“You weren’t supposed to,” she grumbles. I watch her until the bathroom door is closed, only then do I head back downstairs and get started on something to eat.
I pull out the toaster, find eggs, bagels, butter, milk, and get started on a couple of breakfast bagels.
After being in the water all morning I’m starving. I get started on preparing everything when I hear the sound of bare feet coming down the stairs.
“I would have made you coffee, but I wasn’t sure how you drink it,” I tell her as I fry up the eggs.
“I love coffee, like really really love it. But I can’t drink plain bean water. So, milk, creamer, half and half, anything of the milk variety I’ll take.” She’s prattling on, I’m thinking she’s nervous and unfortunately, I don’t know why she would be.
“I have milk and creamer. Help yourself,” I tell her, maybe if I help her feel more at ease, she won’t be uncomfortable here.
“Thank the coffee gods,” she puts a cup under the Keurig and then closes the lid with a pod inside. I’m trying to hold my chuckle. God, do I love the way she talks to herself as if no one is around her.
I finish plating our food as she takes her first sip of coffee. The satisfaction that’s written on her face with just a sip, is enough to make me jealous. Fuck, I’m jealous of a damn cup of coffee.
14
Summer
I can’t even help the smile that seems to be plastered on my face. Rome offered to take me back to my car at the hotel that hosted the event. But after I told him I took a hired car, we just went straight to my condo. It’s not too far away from his place. It’s in an older part of town, one that needs some rehabbing and not so many nosey older neighbors seeing the comings and goings of your everyday life.
“I’ll just be a few minutes, I’m going to grab a quick shower then I’ll be right back. Unless you want to wait inside?” I ask Rome after he puts the car in park outside my place.
“I’ll come in,” he responds. Rome unfolds from the driver’s seat and I meet him around the front.
His hand is on my lower back as he leads me to my front door. This is the time I truly wish the homeowner’s association that I pay a pretty hefty price tag for would actually do something with the outside. The dark brown paint, and even darker brown trim is really showing its age.
Thank goodness, I semi-renovated the interior. It’s all neutrals, with splashes of corals.
The walls are all a light dove grey, white trim, and clean lines. My parents thought I was crazy when I took a week off of work to paint it by myself. They wanted to hire it out as a reluctant housewarming gift. I wouldn’t budge though, they groused and grumbled before they gave up, or so I thought. They ended up doing something stupid, like paying my homeowners association dues for a year. We fought to no avail, as usual.
“I’ll be back in just a minute. The remote is on the table, make yourself at home.” I head towards my bedroom, knowing the mess I’ll walk in on. I was late yesterday getting to the salon appointment my mother made for me.
I bypass it all and head straight for the shower, stripping out of Rome’s clothes along the way. His smell still lingers on my skin even though his clothes are now in a pile on the bathroom floor.
Turning on the water, waiting for the hot water to kick in, I brush my teeth, grab a towel and hang it on the hook outside the shower area.
