in your eyes

7

The next morning took suspiciously long to arrive, that having felt like the deepest sleep I'd had in a long time. I rolled over and blinked the sleep out of my eyes and checked my phone to see that it was already after noon.

I grumbled softly to myself as I reluctantly dragged my body out of the bed, doing a stretch as I let out a loud yawn and went to look at myself in the tall mirror in my bedroom.

My nose was all of a sudden hit by the strong scent of eggs and sausage, confusion taking over me as I made my way to try to figure out where the smell was coming from.

I made my out of my room and peeked my head over the railing, just as I hear a loud clattering of pans coming from near the front of my house.

At the same moment, I remembered that Robert slept on my couch last night and a soft sigh escaped my lips as I rubbed my eyes while I made my way into the kitchen.

"What the hell are you still doing here, Robㅡ" I said in a sleepy voice and looked up to the figure towering above me while my eyes worked to get adjusted to the light.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized who it was that was standing shirtless in my kitchen making omelets -- Ian.

He didn't seem to notice that I said anything at all, not turning away from the stove until I brushed past him to make my way over to the refrigerator.

I was definitely in need of a hangover cure, especially after almost outing my night with Robert to Ian so carelessly.

After a few moments of holding my head in the cold air of the refrigerator, I let out an exasperated sigh and closed the door to see Ian on the other side of it with a concerned look on his face.

I nearly dropped the coffee creamer that was in my hand, my brain completely forgetting that he was even in my house at all.

He looked down at me with a half smile, taking the creamer from me and proceeding to make my cup of coffee for me just how I liked it -- with chocolate creamer and no sugar.

I couldn't help but to feel a bit annoyed at him for not telling me that he was coming, being that he really wasn't the person that I wanted to wake up to the sight of that particular morning.

After a few minutes, Ian took a seat across the way from me at the island in my dining room and set my coffee down in front of me.

He still had the same look of concern on his face from earlier, and I already knew how this conversation was gonna go.

He didn't say anything for a few moments as I took a sip of my scalding hot coffee, biting the inside of my cheek when the liquid hit my tongue.

I was really hesitant to look up to Ian, but when I finally looked him in the face for the first time that morning I could see how tired he really was.

He had bags under his pale blue eyes, and they were glossed over from the alcohol that was still in his system.

My irritation with him went away when he grabbed my hand and fiddled with it, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he looked down at the table.

He seemed as if he was trying to find the right words to say, the dazed look on his face as he twisted the promise ring he gave me on my finger.

"I'm sorry about last night, baby. I shouldn't have ever gotten that damn drunk and neither should you," he said quietly, his head still hanging a bit.

I didn't say anything and waited for him to continue, nodding my head slightly when he looked back up at me.

"I'm mostly sorry for how I acted. For being so protective over you even though I know that you're more than capable of taking care of yourself. I just got so angry at myself for not being able to immediately see that something was wrong or be able to help you like he was. He shouldn't have been the one to come to your rescue, babe. It should've been me and I'm so sorry that I couldn't do that for you last night."