Tiffany:
I awoke feeling super relaxed and well-rested. Not to mention happy. I had woken with a smile on my face. That was rare. I blinked my eyes a few times and saw Harry beside me, wide awake, staring at me.
“Hey you,” I said, aware there was a good chance I was naked under these covers. I ran my hand quickly over my bare skin. Yup, totally nude.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Harry was propped up on his elbow, head in his palm. His left bicep was flexed, and I got goose bumps as I remembered how strong his body had felt against mine last night. Harry’s glasses were back on, no doubt so he could stare at me without it being all blurry. “Sleep well?”
“Too well.” I smiled and wondered if beneath the blankets if he had any pants on, or like me, were we doing our own version of Adam and Eve right now. I was tempted to reach out to him—we were only inches apart—but I refrained.
He smiled, and we both gave a nervous giggle. Funny how last night we were so uninhibited, and this morning, with the light of day piercing through his blinds, we may as well have been back in that diner on our first date all over again.
He took a fistful of my hair in his hands and gently stroked the locks between his fingers. “Tiff, last night was…” He raised his gaze from my hair to meet my eyes. They were a deep shade of cobalt. “Amazing.”
“Happy one month and one day,” I said with a huge smile. I had officially become the cheesy one in our relationship.
Harry leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss and instantly, all the heat and intimacy of last night ran through me like an electrical current. Harry moaned in a sound that could only be categorized as frustration.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing. I want you again,” he admitted with a shy smile that revealed his dimples.
My stomach did an excited flip. Would a morning romp be so bad? “What’s wrong with that?”
He tapped my nose, and that’s when I knew he was doing that self-control thing he was so damn good at. How annoying. “Trying to pace myself… that’s all.”
I nodded, knowing how he even now, he was still taking things one step at a time, and so I didn’t taunt him anymore, although he had already awoken a dull ache between my thighs at the mere memory of what our night together had been like.
“Hey, how about I make us breakfast, and we’ll see where the day leads? I don’t have any plans today, do you?” He looked thrilled by the idea of cooking, which only furthered my disappointment.
“Not really. I have work tonight, but that’s not for hours.” My stomach rumbled, but thankfully it didn’t make a sound. Looked like breakfast wouldn’t be the worst way to start my day.
“Good. How about you stay right here and continue to be perfect and I’ll get to work in the kitchen?”
I sat up, holding the sheets modestly around my chest like they do in the movies. “I could help.”
Harry shook his head profusely. “No. I want to serve you. Let me do that.” He gave me another quick kiss then lifted the blankets off of him and got up—yup, he was naked, and I was staring at a really fine ass while he slid into his navy blue boxers and grabbed a T-shirt from the top of his clean laundry pile.
It took everything within my power not to drag him back to bed. He was driving me crazy, and he wasn’t even trying. “Well, if you’re cooking, do you mind if I take a shower?”
Harry shrugged. “Sure, as long as you don’t bother putting clothes on when you’re done and return to my bed, I don’t see why not.” He threw me a wink, his lips curling up into that sneaky grin. When he smiled like that, his dimples deepened. He was so cute. I still couldn’t believe he was my boyfriend.
“I’ll think about it.”
He walked out with a spring in his step, and I made a mental note to nibble on that ass of his before the day was done. Once he was out of the room and down the hall, I removed the sheets and slipped on the white button down I had on last night. Pulling up the collar, I inhaled his cologne and went to the hallway closet to grab a clean towel. I pinned my hair back up and started humming softly to myself as I ran the hot water and retrieved a tooth brush from my purse.
The shower felt good, and as I ran the soapy loofah across my skin I thought of how Harry had touched me and kissed me last night. How he felt inside me and how, even now, I wanted to feel him against me. I had imagined being with him for so long, and now that it had happened, I was still in a blissful state of shock. True, I had planned to be with him last night, but I was prepared for him to push me away, to say we had to wait. So when he agreed and the night unfolded, well, I was finally able to let go and enjoy him. It was wonderful.
I was so lost to my memories that I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing when I got out of the shower. It all happened in a blur. Having forgotten to put down a bathmat, I slipped on the slick tile. Unable to grab the shower door in time, I hit the ground hard, the shattering pain making its presence known in every nerve of my body. I released a sharp cry, unable to stifle my scream. Through tears, I reached for my knee, cradling the spot that continued to betray me. And just like that, my bliss was gone and reality had checked in.