Chapter four, Maria:
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The
next morning, Adare woke with a jolt. Something warm had touched his
leg! He opened his eyes and blinked until his vision cleared.
What the..?
Draighean's sweet
breath washed over his face, their foreheads pressed together, and
his face flushed pink. It took him a second to remember where he was.
He figured one of Draighean's hands had caressed his leg, and that's
what woke him up.
They were laying
long-ways on Draighean's couch, facing eachother, and Adare was on
the inside pressed to the back of the cushion. Draighean's gentle
breathing calmed him, though he was a bit unnerved on how they were
laying. He closed his eyes again to enjoy the moment and took a deep
breath. Feeling for one of Draighean's hands, he found a free one and
merged their fingers slowly, trying not to wake
him.
Ggguurrgglllee.....
Both
Adare and Draighean's eyes flew open. Their stomachs had growled at
the same time. Draighean looked into Adare's flushed face for a
second in slight shock, Adare staring back and hoping he wouldn't
freak, "Adare...?"
Adare
smiled shyly, "U-Uh, hi, D-Draighean." Draighean's
expression relaxed when he began to recall the night before,
"Oh."
Adare's blush
reddened, "Sorry, I skipped dinner." Draighean smiled, "So
did I."
He sat up and twisted to
sit right on the couch as Adare propped himself up on one elbow,
"I'll be right back, the kitchen is my forte."
Adare
smiled as Draighean disappeared into his 'forte zone' and sat up
srtaight. He cracked his back and shoulders gingerly. That
was the best night's sleep I've had in weeks...
Adare
smiled groggily as Draighean handed him
a plate with an omlet on it, "Nice job, it looks great." He
picks up the fork hanging off the side and cuts it tenderly,
stopping.
Draighean swallows his
mouthful and sets his own fork down, staring at his paper plate. He
lifted his gaze to glance at Adare, "You thinking the same
thing?"
Adare nodded, black hair
bouncing, "Yeah."
They look
at each other and set their omlets down on the short oak coffee table
before them, sighing, "How is this giong to work?"
Adare
rubbed his head, "With my parents mad," Draighean shook his
head, "And me making it worse..."
Adare
dropped his head in his hands, "I can't go home yet."
Draighean
heaved a sigh, "You could stay here, but I don't know what my
mother would think."
Adare was
about to open his mouth when the door opened and Draighean's mother
walked in, "Draighean, sweetie, I'm home."
Her
light hearted gaze shifted from his face to Adare's as she set her
purse down on the coffee table near the door, "Who's
this?"
Draighean stood up and
Adare followed suit, "Mother, this is Adare. You remember
him?"
The slender woman laughed
a tinkling-bell laugh, making Adare smile, "Of course I do! You
friend from elementery school! Hey, Adare, long time no see!"
Adare stepped swiftly to her side
and she kissed his forehead, "I missed you, Maria."
She
wrinkled her nose, "Draighean, set Adare up with a shower. He
needs a real scrub-down," she grinned, "Nothing personal,
hun."
Adare blushed at
Draighean's smile. Draighean walks to his side, "Alright,
mother," he whispered into Adare's ear, "Lets go. Now."
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Ha! I know what you're thinking! Dirty minds, dirty minds! Tsk tsk.