The Bucket List

Day 2

A/N: okay, i do realize that my chapters for this story are HELLA long. but that's only bc in total this book will only have about 10 chapters. sooo just hang in there please! it'll be worth it :)

Cassandra awoke suddenly, her breathing heavy.

She wasn't aware of the time.. But what she did know, was that there was a cold space next to her in the king size hotel bed-- Anthony wasn't there.

She slowly sat up, looking at the wall clock beside her, and her eyes widened. She hastily threw off the covers, slipping her robe over her undergarments and putting on her slippers. She used her hands to try to push herself off the bed as she attempted standing up, but failed expectantly.

Her unbalance was due to her condition-- no doubt, but also due to the throbbing pain between her legs. Cassandra wasn't entirely upset about it, mostly because she was the one who had begged for more last night. Her memory was sharper than ever, and she couldn't help but bite her cheek as she recalled last night's events. A different kind of butterflies filled her stomach.

The blinding sunlight streamed through the narrow slits in the curtains.

Groaning, she was able to get herself up and over to the closed room door. The smell of burnt cheese wafted through the room as Cassandra opened the door. Her nose scrunched as she used one hand on the wall to help her get to the kitchen.

Before she could enter the war zone in the kitchen, she made a detour to the balcony of the hotel room, opening it to get the smell out. The cool thick air of New York hitting her as she took a deep breath.

The kitchen had a slight haze as smoke from the pan rose swiftly. The wobbling girl hastily made her way into the semi-clean kitchen--or what was left of it, and shut the stove off before Anthony could argue.

"Hey!" He blurted, startled. His tone softened when he looked down to the girl standing beside him.

"What are you doing?" He asked as she silently removed the pan from the stove, and popped the now charcoaled bread out of the toaster.

"Making sure you don't burn down this hotel."

"I was doing just fine!" He complained. "Look, I got the turkey bacon done!" Anthony exclaimed as he slid a piece of the turkey bacon from the griddle and waved it in Cassandra's face, making her snatch it and take a cautious bite.

Her face was at first wary as her teeth ripped a piece of the greasy meat. After a few seconds her eyes widened slightly as she nodded her head in approval, shoving the rest of the slice in her mouth.

"Okay, that's not bad," she admitted after swallowing. "But you do realize that you burned the eggs, and somehow even burned the bread that goes in the toaster. Babe, you didn't even have to do anything but set it to the right setting!" The young woman giggled.

Anthony rolled his eyes before he ran over to Cassandra and wrapped his sore arms around her waist, picking her up off the ground and making her squeal. He set her on the counter as their eyes met.

Cassandra touched the side of his face ever so slightly as her mind raced. A small but hopeless smile formed on her lips.