Chasing California

Chapter 56

I woke up, wrapped in warmth.

I open my eyes to realize I don't have a handmade quilt, or a big comfy comforter on, but that the warmth was from Forest.

He had an arm wrapped lazily on my waist, with my head on his chest.

I could hear the steady rythm of his heart beating, and feel the steady fall and rise of his chest when he breaths.

I wrap my arm around him and pull him closer.

"Baby?" He whispers his voice deep.

"Hmm?" I hum.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been hit by a train, but better." I laugh.

"Sore?" He chuckles.

"No, numb actually."

"Well, how about we get out of this infirmity and go get some breakfast?" He smiles.

"Sure." I smile, "But can I shower first?"

"Only if I can join." He smirks.

I smack his chest playfully, "down boy."

"What, am I a dog now?"

I laugh, "I prefer the term oversized puppy."

He chuckles, and takes my hand leading me out of the informiry.

We walk back to the pack house, and up the winding staircase tno our room.

I pulled some jeans, some underwear, and a t shirt out of the drawer.

"What's on that T shirt?" Forest asks.

I laugh, "It says Small Town Kickers, it was my clogging class I did last year."

He smiles, "You can clog?"

I smile, remember how fun it use to be, "I use to."

"It seems to me there's alot I don't know about you."

I nod, "I guess there's alot nobody knows about me."

"Well, we can talk after breakfast. Take a quick shower, no 2 hours okay?" He laughs.

"I'll try." I sigh sarcastically.

He laughs and walks out of the room.

I walk into the bathroom, stripping out of the muddy and bloody clothes I still had on.

I took my hair down out of the messy bun, and stepped into the steaming hot shower.

The hot water ran over my sore muscles and immediately relaxed them.

I got out of the shower, and blow dried my hair. I straightened it, and did my makeup. I got dressed and walked out of the bathroom.

Forest was sitting on the bed, freshly showered and wearing a tight white shirt that shows his muscles and his tan. He wore jeans that hung loosly on his hips.

I leaned against the wall, "Miss me?"

He jumped, "You scared me."

I laughed, "Sorry I look like medusa."

He chuckled, "You don't look like medusa baby, you look alive again."

I smiled, "I feel alot better now."

He stood up, and kissed me gently. He took my hand, and led me downstairs for breakfast.

When we walked in, everybody bowed their heads. I gave them all a strong smile.