The Darker Side of Me

Chapter 37: You're the Best

I'd woken up much earlier than Logan out of pure excitement. He was officially my mate and I enjoyed every minute of it. Mind you I did wake up just a little sore this morning. But it's ok because I was able to wake up before Logan and go to the top deck to make him breakfast in thanks for everything he did last night. He rented out this boat, brought me to this perfect place in the water, and fed me the most amazing dinner I'd ever tasted, aside from my pasta of course. It was the lease I could do for him.

Once I had our breakfast all set out on the table we'd eaten dinner at last night, I walked back down to our cabin and saw him still laying face down on the bed. I'd only been in my underwear as I was cooking and gotten a little cold, so I searched the room or his shirt that he was wearing last night and located it folded by the bathroom door. I picked it up and slipped it over my head leaving the buttons undone. I walked over to the bed and straddled his back. I felt him stir under me and I started to massage his shoulders. He had been passed out ever since we finished last night.

Suddenly, he woke up and flipped us over so he was covering over me. I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to my lips.

"Good morning sexy," he muttered against my lips.

"Good morning baby," I said back.

He pulled away and looked into my eyes. "You're quite cheerful today."

"Well, I'm officially yours, who wouldn't be happy?"

He kissed me again. "You're so sweet."

"I try. By the way, you're breakfast is waiting upstairs."

"You made me breakfast?"

"It's the least I could do for everything you've done for me. I mean, the boat must have been your entire life savings, and the meal was amazing. And last night..."

"I just wanted everything to be perfect for your first time."

"It was. Beyond perfect."

I pulled him down to kiss him again and he responded by slipping his tongue into my mouth. I thought about forgetting the breakfast and just going for round 2 of last night, but then I accounted or all the hard work I put into making his scrambled eggs just the way he liked them. I took my arms off of his neck and pushed on his chest slightly. He took it as I needed air and moved down to my neck.

"Logan," I giggled.

"Mhmm?" he mumbled into my neck.

"Get off you're crushing me."

"Really? That's not what you said last night."

"That was then as this is now. Besides, breakfast is getting cold and I'm not letting all 10 minutes of hard work go to waste."

"Did you make me scrambled eggs?" he asked as we sat up and walked up the stairs.

"Yes," I answered him.

"And toast with butter?"

"Whole wheat, lightly browned."

"And..."

"Orange juice with the pulp. I even put it in a purple cup." Purple was his favourite colour and I'd always use purple cups when I felt like being nice to him.

We'd reached the side of the table and he stepped in front of me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You're the best girlfriend ever, you know that?"

"I do now. Anyways, eat up. We still have to go shopping for tonight."

"Right, here." He thrusted his phone at me. "There are a couple paired costumes I saw on ebay for cheap prices that we could have delivered by 5pm tonight."