Mine

Chapter 23

<Music Optional as always>
Derek's POV:
I watch her svelte figure in the opposite bed and take in a shaky breath. I get up and stand on the fuzzy carpet. Wiping my eyes, I walk into the bathroom and shut the door. My body slides to the floor against the door and I sob silently into my knees. She was right. I did break her heart and my mind kept taking me back to when we dated. My fists clench and I get up. Pulling out my phone, I call Addie.

"Hey Derek, where are you?" She asks.
"I have to be quarantined. Radiation poisoning." I say.
"Okay, I'll order a cab and come pick you up after." She replies.
"Yeah, okay. Bye." I hang up and look around the large bathroom.

Why is there a bathtub in the shape of a heart? There's a love seat in the living room too. I groan and grab a pair of clean clothes from the small closet. I throw my dirty ones in the hamper and pull up boxers and fuzzy pants, leaving my chest with a slightly tight shirt. I run a finger through my hair and move to go outside. As I open the door, I see Meredith undressing in the other room. I want to stay and watch but I turn and brush my teeth instead. I step out of the room and see her on the bed. My mouth opens but nothing comes out. I sigh and walk into the kitchen. The best thing I could do was make her dinner. I open the fridge and pull out spaghetti. As I boil it, I grab a bottle of red sauce. I turn around and make sure that she doesn't leave or get hurt. I smile lightly and jump on the edge of the counter. I admire her and watch as she gets up. Our eyes lock and she grabs a book from below the TV stand.

I jump down and step behind her.
"What are you reading?" I ask softly.
"The Sun Also Rises." She says.
"That's my favorite book, did I mention?" I smile.
"I didn't ask if it was your favorite." She snaps and jumps back on the bed.
I sigh, noticing her obvious annoyance towards me.
"I'm making spaghetti, it'll be done in a little bit," I say stepping over her.
"Thanks." her answer is quick and short before she turns.

"Meredith?" I ask quietly, my voice cracking.
She groans audibly and stands up in the bed. I watch as she drops the book by a pillow. She walks to the fridge and opens it.
"Do they have tequila?" She asks.
"Uhm. I don't think so." I say walking to her.
She shuts the fridge and jumps up on the counter again, she shorts exposing more of her thighs. I smile as she casually grabs a breadstick and chews.
"It's boiling. I think." She says.
"You think?" I laugh, walking to the stove.
"You were raised right, I was barely raised. How am I supposed to know?" She says.
I shut off the stove and drain the spaghetti. I pour it into the red sauce and mix it.
"You have a point." I lean back against the counter between her legs.
I reach out for the breadstick but she grabs it away.
"It's mine." She growls.
I scoff and push myself up on the counter. My mouth bites hard on the breadstick and I laugh as she gets off the counter, leaving it in my mouth.

She grabs her side and winces in pain. Hurriedly, I slide off the counter and hold my hands out behind her. She falls onto my chest and I carefully lift her. I carry her to her bed and drop her in the sheets.
"I'll be back with dinner," I say softly.
She nods and I quickly put spaghetti into bowls for us. I give her a bowl and jump in the bed next to her.
"Nope, not this one. This is my bed. You take the other one." She says, clicking the TV on.
I sigh and hop into bed across the room, denying my body the request of touching Meredith. I watch her out of the corner of my eyes as she eats. She laughs at the TV and I smile.

She was pleased, a soft sense of happiness had made itself at home in her features. Watching her I felt a glow and warmth in my chest as if her happiness was contagious. Like the room brightened every time she was joyful.

"Are you going to go to bed?" She asks, walking to the kitchen sink.
"Eventually." I laugh.

I walk to her and my hand places my bowl in the sink. Her back is pressing against my chest or my chest is pressing her back. I can't tell where the pressure is coming from. I pull back my hand as butterflies rise in my stomach. Our legs are mixed and my hands are in her waist. She looks up at me and I gulp heavily. Gently, I bend down and kiss her shoulders. She moans and grips my hair. I groan and my tongue explores her neck. I bite gently and hear myself sucking gently on the even skin.