Boo. I know you're up." Seth smiles as he opens his dark brown eyes, I can look at them forever.
"You're like, Ms.-know-everything." He say while he strokes my cheek.
"A "good morning" could have been okay." I raise my brow.
"Good morning, to the apple of my eye."
I face the other side of the bed, sulking. Seth hugs me and I turn back to face him and then he kiss me. As the passionate kiss go deeper, I sit on the top of him, feeling his erected package against mine. He puts my spaghetti straps down revealing my bra and his phone rings all of sudden. Damn.
"Seth MacFarlane." He answers his phone. I continue kissing him, down to his neck when he gestures and tells me to wait.
"Roger, yes." He says then hangs up.
"Work again?" I ask out of curiosity.
"Look, babe. I really wanna spend some time with you but-"
"No, it's fine. I know you're really busy. I mean. Look. You're Seth MacFarlane. The youngest, most successful producer. I have thought about that right before moving in with you." I say with a smiling face.
"No, honey, it's just that- something came up in the studio. They need me there, urgently." He says, feeling guilty.
"I know... I'll just watch some movies while you're out. Will you be home for dinner?"
"Probably. But right now, I really have to get ready. I'll make it up to you." He strokes my cheek then kisses me.
Seth's gone after couple of minutes. So yeah, I'll just have to deal with this boredom again. All by myself. It's been a year since I moved into Seth's house in Beverly Hills. We've been dating for two years and a half and I can say that things are really, really getting serious. Up to this day, I still can't believe that this man, is head over heels in love with me. So as I. I can still remember that day we met…
...It was that foggy day on a February. I was totally fucked up and wrecked. I was hung over as well because I've been drinking for weeks. Why is it then? A month before I met Seth, I was walking down the aisle. It was a wonderful day. The perfect winter wedding for a bride and getting married to the guy whom you love sincerely is more that anyone could ever ask for. The ceremony was going well until my ex husband-to-be said "I don't" instead of saying "I do." He just ran away. I was crashed. Long story short: I got dumped at my own wedding. Going back to the day Seth and I met for the first time, it was in Starbucks. I needed a coffee, at least it can take the hangover away even a bit. I was wearing a hoodie that day. When I got my coffee, I turn away from the cashier. Looking down the floor with my hood up, feeling depressed as usual. I can someone walking really fast to my direction, seems to be in a hurry when we bumped each other causing my hot latte to spill all over me.
"Ouch!" I turn up to see this man.
"Dammit, I'm so sorry-"
"No, it's fine!" I said, trying to take out the spilled coffee on my shirt with a tissue.
"Shit! I'm really, really sorry! I was so careless." He said with a worried look on his face.
"I'll just- I'll just replace your shirt and buy you another coffee! But first, let's get that skin of yours checked up."
"No! Really, I swear I'm fine. You're over reacting" I said that with an assuring smile but it hurts like fuck!
"Okay, let me at least replace your shirt
"No, it's okay! I live a few blocks away. I can just go home and-"
"I insist, please, just let me." He interrupted me then he grabs my wrist and take me to the nearest shopping mall."