Unforgettable Rendez-vous

Face To Face

(y/n) woke up at a gentle touch caressing her upper arm and stroking her hair. She blinked her eyes to adjust them to the morning sun, slowly moving to stretch her tensed muscles as well.

„Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?", a deep morning voice said, she turned around to see where the voice was coming from, looking straight into Sinclair's tired eyes. His blond messy hair was everywhere and his tired expression showed that he didn't sleep much that night.

which he wasn't.

Instead, he was watching her the entire time, playing with her hair while thinking about everything that happened.

(y/n) smiled at him and leaned forward, pecking his forehand. „No, don't worry about that", she assured him „I wish you a good morning, Sinclair", she smiled as she traced her look over his beautiful features „Couldn't you sleep?", she reached out and played with his messy hair, twirling it in between her fingers while she waited for an answer.

He shook his head, „Well, partly...but my head was just spinning with everything that happened and...I just don't know what to do, (y/n)...", he said, his morning voice deep and calm. His eyes looked elsewhere but his hand searched hers, grabbing it tightly „Just tell me whatever is in your mind so that I can help you, okay?", (y/n) covered his hand with hers so that she held his hand with both of her hands, wanting to show him that she was there and that she listens to everything he's got to say „I'm here for you.", she assured him, giving him a trusting look. He chuckled softly.

„Then maybe...I'll put on some coffee first?", he proposed, cocking an eyebrow at her.
„Hmmh...yes, coffee sounds great.", she pecked his lips, eyes shining brightly.
„Great", Sinclair shoot her a smile before turning around, searching for his boxers that should be laying around somewhere.

Finding them, he put them on and went over to his wardrobe, searching for something to pull over while (y/n) just supported her head on the cushions. She watched him quietly, tracing her eyes over his slim yet slightly muscular body. She smiled. Am I dreaming? Did last night really happen? she thought. It just felt surreal for her...and she still couldn't believe it, feeling somehow relieved. Even though she knew that she couldn't force or expect him to feel the same way...he probably just needed to release his stress, his build up emotions...I shouldn't expect too much. She sighed, eventually breaking her train of thoughts and putting on her knickers and yesterdays grey shirt before following Sinclair into the kitchen.

Sinclair had found a simple white tank top to match a pair of simple grey joggers and was standing in front of the kitchen counter. The sound of boiling coffee and its aromatic scent filling the air. (y/n) sat down onto the opposite kitchen counter, swinging her legs back and forth while she silently watched him preparing two mugs of hot coffee. Oh he really looks amazing in that tanktop. she loved the way his arms were exposed to her. They weren't too muscular, just extremely cute and hot at the same time. She sighed.

Eventually Sinclair turned around with two mugs of coffee in his hands, passing her one. „Thank you",She said. She then took a careful sip and gulped the dark broth down, loving the comfortable warmth that filled her body. For a moment, none of them said anything. The room was only filled with muffled bird chirping from outside and quiet sipping.

„So, what's on your mind, Sinclair?", (y/n) asked him after some time, putting her mug down and giving him an expecting expression.

Sinclair did so as well and leaned against the counter next to her, his eyes darting to the ground. „It's really hard...to suddenly cease to love someone you were so sure of loved you back, you know?", he said. „I still can't believe what she had done to me...what was she thinking?"he asked, more to himself, but looking at (y/n) now.