Dressed For Death

CHAPTER 17

HAYDEN

It might have been at least an hour that I've woken up and watched her sleep so peacefully in my arms.

Softly brushing her hair and admiring her endless beauty. My fingers tips grazed her back up and down in soothing motions.

There was nothing else I could ask for when I had her in my arms. She may have not realized that she had possession of the key to my heart.

She could tear it apart and I would still be on my knees for her. I would kiss the floor she walked on because that's how much I admire her.

"Stop watching me sleep" She muttered against my chest and I chuckled as I kissed the top of her head.

"Masterpieces are meant to be looked at and that's exactly what I'm doing" I responded as she lifted her head to look at me.

"They're also not supposed to be touched, butter biscuit" She teased me as she started to peel herself from me. I dragged her back into my arms and she giggled as I did so.

"A little too late for that" I answered and she rolled her eyes. "Are you hungry?"

She nodded and I let go of her to get up from my bed. Except, she's the one who didn't want to let me go now.

As I sat on the edge of the bed, she encircled her arms around my neck and kissed the back of it. I let my head fall back and rest on her shoulder.

"You have to let me go sunshine, or you won't have your waffles," I said to her and, at the mention of waffles, she untangled herself from me.

She fell back on the bed and watched me put on my sweatpants. I turned back around and bent to kiss her.

"Sleep, I'm going to wake you up when breakfast will be ready," I said and she nodded with a yawn.

I walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind me. After last night, she deserved to rest. Not because we had sex, even if I will strongly believe that, but because of what she saw yesterday.

I know I'm the detective working on the case and her statement would help us try to get a new lead, but I couldn't bring myself to question her so quickly after she noticed that. I know she was feeling too much to be able to correctly remember something vital.

It pained me to see her like that and hear her saying how she felt so useless when she couldn't help that poor woman. Anyone would feel the way she felt, but she would've put her life in danger too.

As I said to her, I couldn't imagine living in a world where she didn't exist. I couldn't even form a thought that didn't involve her presence somehow. She's my sunshine and my world would be grey and gloomy again if she disappeared.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I placed the waffles on a plate and soaked them in maple syrup. I put fruits on top of the waffles, then placed the plate on a tray with a fork and knife. I didn't put anything to drink, because I knew she didn't like drinking in the morning.

With the tray in my hands, I walked back to my bedroom and groaned as I stupidly closed the door when I left. I managed to place the tray in my hands so it wouldn't fall off so I could open the door.