In spite of I hadn't slept a wink, the morning of that 16th August seemed to me bright. The storm, apart from arousing areas of me completely numb, got me welcome those first rays of morning sun. With the lighter atmosphere, making possible filling your lungs from fresh and renovated air.
- Your forecast, Brian -I asked smiling.
- No good news. The storm is coming back.
Instantly Freddie and I looked at each other. I couldn't imagine he would fix his gaze on me, that we would had that funny connection and I hid again my blushed face to keep working in the kitchen.
- Well, the storms always disappear at the end -Freddie said staring at me again.
What kind of game he played this morning? Brian, oblivious to those two-way words from his friend, kept on talking scientifically.
- The storm was singular last night. Did you figure out? The lightning strikes were constant and the thunders deafening.
- It was very singular, yeah -Freddie attacked again-. But short.
I bit my lips trying to refrain my laughter while I served their breakfast.
- Did you wish it was longer? At the pace it was going, one lightning strike per second...
- You are right, there are paces you can keep up much longer -Freddie blurted out adding his sugars to the tea and stirring slowly while I noticed how he stared at me.
- Ouchhh! -I whined painfully.
This was bound to happen eventually, I caught my finger in one of the drawers. I bit it myself enraged with pain.
- Put it on water, honey -Freddie rushed to guide me away to the sink.
- Stop playing -I whispered while he held my reddened nail against the strong flow of cold water from the tap-. Look what you have got.
- A little bit of self-control, you are shouting out loud, "Freddie fucked me last night".
- Dirty bastard, you've said it all.
- Is it your finger better? Was it of some use? -Freddie purred with a smile that I wanted to kiss inmediately.
When Freddie got motherly he could turn into something cute and sexy. As everything else he chose to do.
- Freddie, how is your voice today? -John wanted to know while he finished his breakfast.
- Oh, I'm fine, darling. Eli made me one of her little witch balms and I'm getting better.
Queen was composed of four very complex members. It sounded weird to them the last day Freddie was picking me on pitiless and he refused to taste anything I cooked and this morning he was flirting all the time. They were so used to his changeable character.
- I wanted to work "Friend" with your voice but if you are not ready yet we can leave it to Rockfield.
- I'm fine, Deaky. I can sing. Did you polish the lyrics?
- I think so.
- I can't wait to hear it. Hmmmm -he purred stretching like a happy kitten-. Don't you love mornings after a good storm?
Freddie stared at me again eating his piece of sausage and I stared at him, rolling my eyes while I bit my smashed nail. Then Roger came along jumping into the kitchen with a package.
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