Karlie, Toni and Taylor

Chapter 8

The next morning

Karlie woke up with the first ray of sun going through the window, it was early and she didn't sleep well at all, she tried to stretch herself in her bed but the pain in her neck, and her back from all the cry and the pain she endured, made her realize that maybe all she needed was a day in her bed, watching stupid movies, comedy and drinking water to evacuate all the alcohol she drank last night. She walked like a zombie to the small kitchen of her hotel, it was only a fridge, feeling cold in only her pyjama and searched for something to eat, she dialed the room service and asked for an omelette and took a bottle of water in the small fridge. She came back to her bed, installing every pillow, and put a funny movie on the TV, she couldn't stop thinking to the face she saw last night in her bath, she knew she had to do something about it but at the same time, was it the best person, was it really the one?Sometimes love can be here, you can be in love and the best thing to do is still nothing about it. Karlie was thinking, over analyzing ever aspect of her lives, how she was when she was with Taylor, how she was when she was Toni, and how she could be if she was alone, like really alone, a single soul, going out and having one night stand, having fun, enjoying life like there is no tomorrow and not thinking just sharing good times with people, good sex and that's all. She was tired from all the pain she felt, this past months, but was the person worth the pain? was everything worth it? so much questions that only her could answer but was Karlie ready to answer it? She was scared to admit something that could change the deal, change the perception of everything, of her life, and after admitting it, nothing would be the same and the decision would be made and she would be stuck with it. Suddenly she heard a knock on her door, she knew it was the room service, she opened it and thank him then took her plates and went straightly to her bed, she was really hungry and her omelette looked delicious.

Taylor woke up, turned in the bed, knowing that she wasn't alone, but felt the coldness near her, she opened her eyes to look at an empty bed, she furrowed an eyebrow at the realization and stretched in her bed, feeling sleepy but still wondering where Calvin was. She stood slowly, searching for something to wear, like a sweat to not feel cold. When she walked downstair, she heard noises in the kitchen and smelled a delicious breakfast who was waiting for her, she looked around the room and saw Calvin, making pancakes, with a music in the background, she recognized her voice and said « well I didn't know you can cook, if I knew, I would make you ! », she was staring at him, admiring his features, his back muscles under his t shirt. He jumped, surprised and exclaimed « god dammit you scared me, oh no i'm not good at that but I couldn't find sleep so I decided to make breakfast or an attempt to do it, which turned to a complete chaos in your kitchen, and an over made pancakes, like I didn't judge the proportion right so now we can eat that for the entire week ». She laughed at his goofiness and exclaimed « well you don't know how much I can eat and i'm so hungry now! », with that she caught a pancake and put it in her mouth, eating it almost all in one. He smiled and pushed the button so the coffee fall from the machine. 

They were in a good mood, positive vibes all around the room, she approached him, caressing softly his back, he turned to her, she whispered « thank you, - for everything », he smiled and opened his arm, she almost crashed on it, like a safe place she could hide from all the horrible thing happening to her. He kissed her hair and said « thank you too ». That was one of the most meaningful hug they shared in their life, it was like a promise to always be here, to support each other, to bring positivity into their life, to share creativity in their work but also the pain from their private life. She realized how a man could be protective and reassuring when she felt his strong arm around her, she knew that nothing could reach her, it felt good to have someone who understand, who lived the situation with her last night, who saw how she was, the pain she felt and stayed here to pull her to the top. The coffee machine made a ring to signal that their coffee were ready, she took their mug and he took the plates of a lot of pancakes. They went to the living room and she sat on the couch, taking a duvet to put it above her, then she said :