Chapter 2
The next morning when we woke up, we were still in each others arms. I looked at her sleepily and saw she was awake too. She probably had been for a while because she wakes up early and I don't. I blink a few times, still waking up.
"Good morning, beautiful." She whispers, kissing me.
"G' Morning." I reply sleepily, speech slurred. I pull her closer to me still seeking sleep, even though I know I should wake up. I burry my face in her chest sighing happily.
"What is it?" she asks, combing my hair with her fingers. The pull of her fingers feels great against my scalp, so I don't answer for a moment just taking in the moment. "Hmmmm?" she hums, waiting for my answer.
"Nothing. I'm just happy to be here, with you. I could lay here forever. You're so warm and comfy." I reply thinking about how I want to be with her forever. I run so many memories through my head thinking about the short time we've been together already. I kiss her neck line, follow up to her jaw, and finally on her lips. She smiles that beautiful smile that leaves me weak in the knees, and I smile back.
Knowing I must be as hungry as she is she asks, "Would you like some breakfast?" and I sigh, starving but not wanting to get up. I pull her close and nod my head, wondering what she has in mind.
"I'm starving. What are you thinking?" I start to hum a song we both know, Wine Red by The Hush Sound. We start to sing because we both like this song, and both love to sing.
"Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
While it hung heavy in the tree above your head.
This chaos, this calamity
This garden once was perfect,
Give your immortality to me…"
We laugh together and start to stir. She slides out of bed first and heads to the bathroom. I get up and throw on some shorts and a t-shirt. I hear water running in the bathroom, so I walk past toward the kitchen, thinking of making breakfast. I let out a gasp of surprise when I'm hugged from behind, and jump and spin around.
"What-!" I start to ask, still shocked, but she cuts me off.
"Do you want to join me in the shower?" she asks, grinning seductively. I look at her, surprised.
"Do you even have to ask?" I answer her with a question. She pulls me toward the open bathroom door, steam rolling out. Once we are in, she closes the door and pushes me against it. She pins my arms to the wall and kisses me hard. I kiss back, already turned on, even after the relief of last night. I pry myself away from the wall, wrapping my arms around her bare skin. "Get in." I tell her, motioning to the shower. She complies and I strip out of my clothes to join her.
"Mmmmm. I love hot water." She looks at me as I get in under the spray of steaming water.
"Is it too hot?" I ask concerned. She just laughs at me and pulls me into another kiss. The water sliding down her body, so hot against mine, turns her already golden-brown skin even darker. I feel an urge to follow the trail that it makes over her skin, down and all over. I grab a wash cloth and cover it in soap. I encircle her waist with my arm and then rub the cloth on her chest, covering it in soap. I move down to her breast and wash them a little longer than necessary, until I feel her body press closer to mine. I giggle, and run my cloth-clad hand down her back.
"Okay. You can wash off now." I wink at her and move from under the water to make room for her. She moves into the spray, soap bubbles washing away as I watch. I kiss her wet skin as she shampoos her hair and then turn to do mine. When I turn she wraps her arms around my waist and pulls my back against her. It feels so good and warm; I'm completely comfortable staying like this. She kisses my neck sending shivers down my spine.
"Baby, the water is getting cold." She informs me. I relies that the water has gone from steaming hot to luke warm and will be ice cold in another minute or so. I reach down to turn off the water and she grabs two towels from the counter. I wrap up in one and her in another. I dry off and then pad down the hallway grabbing my black silk robe from my room.
When I get into the kitchen she is looking in the fridge. I don't make meals much because I get bored and distracted and forget I'm cooking. I go to do something that should only take a minute and then I forget I'm cooking and burn my food. I love to cook sweet deserts because I'm always busy doing something. She is a great cook and is always making healthy food because I need it and so does she.
"Mmmmm. What are you cooking, love?" I ask stomach rumbling.
"What do you want?" she inquires, looking at me.
"Muffins. I love blueberry muffins… with chocolate milk."
"Okay. That sounds easy enough. No chocolate milk, though. Your stomach will hurt. How about some cranberry pomegranate juice?"
"Oh, I guess that's okay. I like cranberry pomegranate."
She smiles because she knows I would rather have chocolate milk, even if it makes me sick. "That's good." She pulls me close as I start to gather the ingredients for the muffins and kisses me. "I love you." She whispers in my ear.
"I love you more." I kiss back, blushing. Even things like that still make me blush, because she puts so much feeling behind it. Every time I leave a room she utters those three simple words, with so much behind them, I want to stay in that room with her forever. I grab the mix and open the fridge door to hide my darkening face. She knows what I'm doing so she just grabs the bowl out of the cabinet.
"It's a half cup of milk." She answers my unasked question. I grab the milk and measure out a half a cup of milk while she pours the mix into the bowl. I add the milk and she starts to mix.
"I have to go to the bathroom." I inform her. "Just stir that until I get back."
"Yes, master." She replies sarcastically.
I flash a playful evil glare and say, "Fuck you!" before heading to the bathroom, both of us laughing. When I get back she's stabbing the mixture with the spoon.
"What are you doing?" I ask curiously.
"There are clumps and I'm trying to mix them in." she looks frustrated.
"Here let me get them." I take the spoon from her and look down. "Um, you know those blue things are blue berries right?" I ask just to make sure.
She's silent for a minute and then she blushes. "Yes!" she replies hastily, but I know better.
"I love you." I remind her and pour the batter into the greased muffin pan. I pour it three-fourths full and turn to her. "Is that right?" I ask, unsure.
"I don't know." She thinks and then adds, "It's supposed to be three-fourths full, I think." So I go on to fill the rest up. When I'm done she tells me to put them in the oven.
"It isn't done heating up." I respond automatically.
"So? We put it in before it's done all the time." She counters.
"It won't cook right that way. I cannot put it in before it's ready. That will drive me insane." I motion to the oven and then the muffin tray and make a crazy face. She laughs and I smile.
"Okay, okay, OCD. We'll wait until it is done preheating." She placates me, turning to the cabinet to get plates and set the table. When the oven makes it to four hundered and twenty-five, I put the muffins in and get the juice out of the fridge. I pour two glasses and add a powdery white medicine to one and mix it until it's invisible. The timer for the muffins pings and I pull them out. I put three on each plate and she carries them to the table. I carry the drinks and set the one mixed with medicine in front of her. We start to eat and she takes a sip.
"Babe, this tastes weird. Is the juice old?"
"No, I just bought it a few days ago because you said you wanted to give up sodas."
"Oh. Well that's weird… Well no big deal. I guess it's just me." We play cards, 31 and then rummy, while we are eating before we have to go to class.
"I'm so glad collage classes don't start until later. I'd hate to have to get up at six like when we were in high school." I don't get an answer because she's thinking. I'm done eating so I kiss her before going to get all my school stuff together. I grab my paints and brushes and put them in their special places. I get all my different art things together and put them in various pouches and pockets in my art bag. Then I load my book bag up with the things I need for my writing class and English class. When I came back in the dinning room she still hadn't moved.
"You're going to be late if you don't hurry." I comment and she breaks out of her reverie.
"I feel kind of weird. Are you sure there wasn't anything wrong with that juice?" she asks looking a bit spacey.