Our Deep End | ✔️

CHAPTER 31

Christian's POV

The next morning, the smell of lavender and honey fill my nostrils as the sunlight from pulled blinds stains my face. I slowly blink my eyes open, and my head is instantly filled with memories from last night. A lot happened. From me confessing my love to Elle, her saying it back and well...the rest that followed. I still can't get the image of her shaking legs wrapped around my waist out of my head, or her moans in my ear and how fucking good she felt. I could sit around in awe for the rest of the day, but it's in my best interest to calm down because these thoughts alone send tingles down my spine.

Feeling around the sheets, I'm confused when I don't see her beside me. Instead, in the Elle sized dent on the bed is a pile of clothes...my clothes to be precise. They were fresh, and seemed to have come from my house. Now I'm  even more confused. There's also a toothbrush, a towel and a note.

Good morning, babe.
Clean up and come meet me downstairs when you're done. I love you.
-E

My teeth sink into a smile, as I picture the neatly written words coming out of her mouth. I do hear some distant shuffling noises from downstairs, and I contemplate going down there ass naked just to surprise her but I decide against it. I can imagine her expression if I actually did that, and I nearly burst out into laughter. Maybe a different day.

The assortment of body products in her shower amuses me, and I come out smelling tropical.

After getting dressed, I'm finally able to make my way downstairs to the kitchen. A light melody plays through the kitchen speaker, combined with Elle's humming along. She doesn't notice my presence, so I take a second to just observe. She wore the Columbia sweatshirt I gifted her over some black biker shorts, typical lounge wear of hers. She was whisking a batter of some sort, while gently swaying her hips. She looked gorgeous, even with her hair in a loose bun. I quietly walk up behind her, placing my hands on her sides.

She initially jerks under my touch before turning around, expressing shock. A smile soon graces her face, as she continues to stir violently. Her smile alone is enough to hold me captive.

"Hey! You scared me." She laughs, before placing the measuring cup down, and wrapping her arms around my neck. I follow up with my arms around her waist, and kiss her lips softly. Never gets old.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Good morning, baby."

"Good morning." The sunlight from outside gave her brown hair a honey glow. She's so effortlessly beautiful. I also notice that she's got a smudge of batter on her face.

"How'd you sleep?" I ask, sitting at the kitchen counter. Beside me was a tray of bacon, and another of eggs. The whole room smelled delicious.

"Honestly? Not much at all." I watch her pour the batter into the pan, forming the perfect circle for a pancake. There was already a stack on the plate next to her.

"No?" I raise an eyebrow, taking a piece of bacon and biting the end. Damn, I would think after last night, I'd be the one waking her up.

She shakes her head, and brings the plate of pancakes to the table. The area is already set up with plates and utensils, so I take one and begin to pile on  food.

"I couldn't sleep because my stomach wouldn't stop fluttering. Last night honestly felt like a dream."

"Which part?" I bite into my pancake, trying to contain my happiness. Great to know we feel the same.

"All of it honestly." Taking her own plate of food, she sits beside me. "I'm just grateful."

The long awaited blush paints her face as she expresses herself to me.