13. Breakfast
I woke up in the bed and he was gone. Where had he gone? He's probably in the bathroom, I thought. I look over and see he has tray with food on it. He has brought me breakfast in bed. That's sweet, I thought.
"I hope you like French toast," he said handing me the tray.
"It's one of my favorites," I smiled picking up the fork.
"You I was thinking we could send the day together. Maybe go see a movie, and I could take you out for dinner," He said sweetly.
Wow, he really likes me. He wants more than sex, I think to myself.
"That sounds great, but I have to get home. I have mass today," I said.
"You could skip it, right? I mean everyone misses church."
"I don't miss church. Unless I am sick," I said harshly.
"I understand. I could go with you to church if it's that important," He whispers.
"That's sweet of you, but a lot of my friends will there. It will be awkward to introduce you when I don't know what type of relationship we have," I said looking into his brown eyes.
"You want a relationship with me?"
I want to keep having sex with you, I think to myself.
"Maybe. I mean I would like to spend some more time together, and see where this goes," I whispered.
"I can live with that, but after church you have to let me take you to dinner."
"I promise," I smiled.
"I should make you buy me new sheets," Philip teases me looking at the blood stains again.
"I can do that. But I think we need to go again in these sheets first," I said putting the tray on the floor. I was hungry, but not for food.
"You're a dirty girl now, aren't you?"
"Yes," I said taking off his white Calvin Klein briefs.
"My dirty girl," He says putting his lips against mine. He throws me on the bed, and I am ready to go again. Would ever get enough of him? Would my desire for sex ever decrease? What kind of power would this man hold over me now?