Lemons. The smell of lemons and lilies woke me up, and as I opened my eyes to ascertain where these curious smells were coming from, I realized the answer was only obvious. It was Lydia's hair. We had fallen asleep, my arms wrapped tightly around her and my face still buried in her hair, inhaling her vivid scent. She smelled like a garden filled with fresh fruit and flowers. She was always so clean; it was one of the many things about her. That even though she could nearly go crazy inside her mind, she still takes care of herself and her hygiene is always A+.
I smiled widely. This was a dream come true; wake up with Lydia in my arms. Lydia, THE Lydia. "The love of my life" Lydia. I tightened my arms around her and sunk deeper into the sheets, glad my blinds were pulled down so that the sunlight could only barely seep through the cracks. I didn't want her to wake up. I didn't want to move, ever. She was on her side facing me, her tiny baby doll hands clutching my shirt and arms tucked into my chest. Her hair fell into her face and I brushed it away, tucking it behind her ears. I held her closely, sighing with contentment. She stirred, her body squirming slightly and her face finding the crook of my neck. I pulled the blankets up higher so she was warm, my fingers involuntarily stroking her hair. She was asleep…she wouldn't notice…
It was so soft, tousled from last nights sleep, we must've moved a lot. Why don't I remember falling asleep? It obviously happened, but things are blurry… What the hell… Well whatever the case, this is one thing I'll be able to cross off my bucket list. Something I had only hoped I'd be able to cross off.
But I dreaded the moment when she'd wake up and realized she'd made a "huge mistake" spending the night. She was Lydia- as if I didn't stress that enough- and when she lets loose she always tightens back up again. Just when I think I'm one step closer, she pulls away and hides and I've gotta take twenty steps back.
So I savored this moment. Because I may never get another one like this.
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"You cook?" she questions as she takes a seat at the counter. I was in the kitchen, making her breakfast.
"Yeah," I grin. "Well, somewhat. I can make cereal and omelets." I flip the omelet in the pan. I guess if you're gunna make breakfast for a beautiful girl that fell asleep in your bed than you better do a damn good job, so I'm taking extra time to make this one right…
"Don't forget more cheese," she comments, observing my work.
"I have half the bag on it already," I laughed. You can never have enough cheese.
"That's my point." She winks and trots to my refrigerator, searching through it like she's lived here her whole life. I've never seen her this confident before. It was…hot. And she liked cheese, which was a huge plus. I wanted a girl who knew how to eat. Cheese was just the first step though, if she lets me there's other stuff I need to test her on. A burger next time. A big one, one with meat on it… hot damn.
She leaves my fridge with a bottle of water and a strawberry. I can't watch her eat it, things will happen in my pants that I don't want to happen right now. Not when things are going so well. When she woke up she simply stretched, looked at me, and gave a small smile saying, "we fell asleep?" and I nodded, trying not to look too happy.
"More cheese?" I double-checked, holding the bag up.
"Yep," she nods, grinning. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. I hadn't see her smile like that in a long time, it was stunning, seeing her happiness. It made me happy, it was like through all the dark times and sadness and loss, there was still a light we could create together. I'm just lucky enough to have a girl that would still go along with it even after the things she went through so recently. I just pray that she won't go back to the way she was before, so guarded. I hope she lets herself be happy.
"Stiles?"
"Hmmh?" I looked up.
"You don't happen to have a hair tie do you?" she questions. I chuckled.
"No, sorry." Obviously not, it was only me and my dad living in this house. Speaking of...he's at work… I don't know what he'd do if he knew Lydia spent the night, but I'm not sure I want him to know. Just in case…
It wasn't the hardest thing to do to figure out I was a virgin, and my dad knew that, so if he found out Lydia stayed over, he may not look at me the same.
"You're parents know where you are right?" I questioned.
"A rubber band?" she says. I took one from the bowl of random junk we kept on the windowsill. She used it to put her hair up in a sloppy- but sexy- bun.
"So, your parents," I continued, flipping the now finished omelet onto a plate. A lime plate, to match her eyes. She took the plate and I handed her a fork. I then leaned over and watched her, waiting on her reaction. This had to be perfect.
"Well," she says taking a bite, "whoa," she stops. I throw my hands in the air.
"Victory!" I shout. She looks at me, and I blush, embarrassed. She just chuckles after a moment, continuing to eat.
"They're in Cancun, so I don't think they know I'm gone," she says.
"You like my omelet," I grin. This was fantastic. I fed her and she likes it, there is no greater pride.
"Yes I do," she confirms.
"Why are your parents in Cancun?"
"Some sort of second honeymoon or something," she shrugs. I was really beginning to not like her parents. They abandon her too much.
"I should get home though," she says, and my heart drops. No! I wasn't done being with her! I know that the minute she leaves I'll go right back to being depressed.
"At least finish eating first," I whisper, unable to summon my voice. I turned and put a bagel in the toaster.
"Just a bagel?" she comments. I shrug. She just looks down and continues to devour the cheesy death monster.