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Chapter Sixteen
As the sun started to rise, filling the room with light, Sara started to stir out of her restful sleep. Still a little groggy, she surveyed her surroundings. For a moment she forgot where she was. The last three days had seemed like an alternate reality. It wasn't until she was fully awake that it finally hit her: this was real. She really was in his bedroom, sleeping in his very comfortable bed. A satisfying smile formed on her face.
As she turned over, Sara noticed something on the pillow beside her. It was a single yellow rose with a note attached.:
Good Morning Beautiful,
I had to run a few errands. I left some muffins and juice
On the table beside you. Make yourself at home. I shouldn't be long.
Gil
She hoisted herself up, and grabbed one of the muffins Grissom had left for her. 'He's even thoughtful when he's not here. Why hasn't someone snatched him up before now? Oh right, he's Grissom; he never shows anyone his emotional side.' Sara was elated that she had finally managed to break down a few of his emotional walls. The man that she had seen for the last three days had been wonderful, compassionate, and romantic. She loved that side of him; but then again, she loved him before.
After finishing her delicious muffin and juice, Sara decided to venture out to the living room. She wanted to carefully study her surroundings, not to invade his privacy, just to try to get a better sense of the enigma that is Grissom.
On the walls, were several framed butterfly specimens. There were all different colors and sizes. They were beautiful. His bookshelf was overflowing with everything from Shakespeare, to Thoreau, to Stephen King. Sara imagined Grissom spending countless evenings curled up on his sofa reading. Her attention fell on the lovely bouquet of flowers adorning the kitchen table. The same table where they had shared dinner last night. Her heart skipped a beat as she reminisced about their conversations and hand holding of the previous evening.
Sara spent the next hour relaxing on the sofa, enjoying a few chapters of a wonderful Sherlock Holmes book. Halfway thought, she looked up from the book; surveyed the empty living room, and realized, she missed him. 'Maybe I should call him, see how long he's gonna be. Nah, too smothering,' she considered. 'Obsess much, Sidle?' Sara was shocked that she couldn't occupy herself for a few hours.
Realizing this was driving her crazy, Sara turned on some music and decided to take another turn in the Jacuzzi tub to relax her.
With the soft sounds of old school ballads echoing in the distance, Sara, once again, undressed and lowered her body into the alluring water.
TBC