I Want You

Chapter Two

I woke up feeling better than ever.

I was warm in Armand's arms, his breath tickling my cheek. I ran my hand though the arm he had resting on my chest, just to make sure he was real. That all of this was real.

Last night's events kept playing in my head and I had a hard time believing them. He wanted me. He showed he wanted me. He even wanted to keep seeing me. It wasn't just sex. And I seriously hoped I didn't end ruining this.

Armand made me feel something I couldn't describe, something that I haven't felt before. That had to be a good sign, right?

"Morning." He startled me, voice rough from sleep. Why did he have to sound so sexy? Be so sexy?

"Good morning." I felt myself smile, "Do you want- ah!"

"Feel good." Armand slipped a second finger inside of me while nibbling on my ear. "I don't think I can ever get enough of you."

"Oh God." I couldn't stop shaking. My hand gripping onto his shoulder as his hand moved faster into me.

"My name." he groaned.

"What?"

"Say my name."

And I did. I practically screamed it as I came.

"Hmm, you taste amazing." Armand said licking at his fingers.

I stared at him for several seconds and then blurted the first thing that I could think of.

"Want pancakes?"

What is wrong with me?!

The man just fingered me and instead of trying to give him a release too I offer him pancakes. Well it is better than kicking him out. Right?

"I would love pancakes." Armand grinned and kissed my shoulder, then sat up.

"Where are you going?" I asked, also getting up and slipping on my panties.

"I can help you."

"No. Stay here, I'll bring them to you." I grabbed his shirt and slipped it on. It smelled like him.

I felt his stare as I got out of the bedroom.

Was this seriously happening to me?

I shook my head, pulling my hair into a bun as I made my way into the kitchen, taking out everything I needed for breakfast. For reasons obvious enough, I want to impress Armand. I don't want to give him a reason to run for the hills as Jenny loves to say.

Singing to myself, I moved around the kitchen swiftly. I decided to make a bit of fruit salad, I really don't know what Armand likes so, why not?

"Good morning." Jenny's voice made me jump and I nearly dropped a pancake as I was about to turn it on the pan.

"Good morning." I mumbled back, trying to slow down my racing heart.

"Pancakes? So early?" Jenny sat on one of the stools, rested her chin on the palm of her hand and stared at me with a sleepy face.

"Felt like a pancake kind of morning." I shrugged.

"Hmm." She stayed quiet for several minutes and then spoke up again only to point out what she didn't like about me today. "Is that a man's shirt? Have you been shopping on the men's section again Darce? What have I told you about being more feminine? Buying men clothes sure as hell don't goes in that. Jesus, what I'm I going to do with you?"

I wanted to say it wasn't my shirt. That it belonged to the man who currently laid naked in my bed. But decided to just ignore her.

"You and me are going shopping next weekend. We'll replace all of your wardrobe. Lord knows you need it." She spat exasperatedly.