Tattooed On You

XXXXI: One Hell of an Act

I skipped a day at work.

I skipped a Monday at work. And I'm feeling guilty for not feeling guilty about it at all. I didn't plan on not going, and therefore, I had to call Densel and tell him I'm sick.

Now, I'm not feeling top-notch. I still haven't processed what happened this weekend, and the high level of alcohol I consumed on Saturday night must still run through my veins as we speak. I'm definitely hangover still, and although I wouldn't call it sick, I did spend the whole morning in bed.

Densel believed me immediately when I told him I'm not feeling well. In all the years I've worked at Roxy's, I've only called in sick once, and that was when I had a fever so high, I was delirious. So this morning when I called him to say I wasn't feeling well, he told me to get back to bed and sleep it off.

I followed his advice partly. I did get back to bed the moment I hung up the phone. But sleeping didn't happen, although not because of my lack of trying. I just got very distracted.

"Okay, we need to get out for brekkie, bruh. My stomach hates me," Hero's groggy voice ends the silence in my room. His head is laying in between my breasts, one palm resting over my pierced nipple. We're naked, but aside from some fumbling and handwork, we didn't have sex. Yet.

I move my fingers over his scalp since my hand was laying on his hair already. "Okay, bruh. You make brekkie, I'll wait here."

He groans, the voice so deep, it rises goosebumps on my skin. He then lifts his head, so his chin lands on my sternum. "I don't wanna make brekkie. I wanna eat brekkie."

"I'm sick," I point out, shrugging as I do. I also snuggle against my mattress a little more even though it's hard because Hero's still on top of me.

"Poor baby," he mumbles, his voice still low. Groggy Hero with messy hair and sleepy mood is definitely something. "So you're waiting to get spoiled today, huh?"

Slowly, I nod my head while I feel my cheeks heat slightly. Something tells me that getting spoiled by Hero will be epic. "I think that's part of working for me," I hesitantly whisper, hoping that he'll get that I'm joking.

Sure enough, a smirk breaks through as he lifts his head properly. "I could have you for brekkie?"

Well Sir, if you insist.

"Such a dirty girl." He chuckles, shaking his head before he moves off of me. "What does my girl want? Eggs? Toast? Blueberries?"

My girl? Dear God, he will murder me.

"Some yogurt with blueberries and almonds?" I ask, using my baby voice to convince him. I try my best to keep my gaze on his face, but I fail since he's standing naked next to my bed.

His tattoo so nice. The ink is dark still, and now that his skin has healed, I can honestly say I'm pleased with the result. The dark ink on his light skin just makes me drool.

I can't wait for him to ask me for another one.

Hero is fully aware that I'm checking him out, and I suspect he's giving me some proper time to do so because he's standing still without saying anything. Eventually, when my eyes have traveled up to his face again, he goes back to the subject at hand. "You want tea too?"

"If you're making one for yourself," I reply which lifts the corner of his mouth.

Leaning over me, he runs his nose along mine. "I shall then, shall I?" He leaves a kiss on my lips and then leans down so he can grab his boxers off the floor. I don't properly remember when they came off, but I suspect it was somewhere during the night. "Be back in a few."