A Soulmate's Love

Chapter 83 - Independence

The next morning, a bright-ass sliver of sunlight shining right into my eyes woke me up, and although a shadow quickly covered it, the damage was done. I groaned and brought my hands to my eyes, rolling over onto my stomach and shoving my face into my pillow, still wanting to sleep and annoyed at mother nature for waking me up.

My annoyance was dimmed when I felt a hand - George's hand - brush my unruly hair that was covering my neck and back away to kiss my exposed skin lovingly. "Good morning, love." He mumbled on my skin, gradually heating up with every loving kiss and touch. I groaned loudly into the pillow, hating mornings with a passion while he inexplicably loved them. "How are you feeling?" He tried figuring out what the cause of my groans was, but as I was unable to lift my head and answer him, I sighed into the pillow. "Are you in pain?" He asked as he kissed down my spine, and with no strength to flip over and answer him, I groaned yet again into the pillow. My body felt like mush. I couldn't lift a finger, let alone lift my head up to look at him. "I have coffee." These words caused me to stir, and as if he knew what I wanted to do but was incapable of doing, his hands on my hips turned me over. My hands immediately fisted the sheets and brought them up to cover my exposed chest, causing him to frown. I extended one of my arms for him to grab, mumbling the word 'up' as I did so, leading him to pull me up as I was too tired to do so myself.

My eyes met his and softened when I saw his tousled, almost golden hair, freckles, and boyish smile. It was now my turn to frown when he offered me some water, which is not at all what he promised. "You'll get the coffee when you finish the water." He softly said, and while I would be swooning over his deep, husky morning voice, I was too annoyed.

"Fuck you." I responded while taking the glass of water, although I hadn't realized that last night's activities made me lose my voice. He smirked proudly when he heard my voice, causing me to give him the finger. I don't know whether I lost my voice when he made me scream or when I was on my knees for him, but for all I know, it was a combination of both.

When I finished the water, he finally gave me my coffee, and only when I felt like I had had enough to be in a better mood did I put it down - he had gotten me what must've been five cups, which I was thankful for. He then gave me a plate that included a toasted bagel with cream cheese, pineapple - the best fruit ever -, and strawberries.

I hesitated, and after a moment's thought, gave him back the plate. "It's for you, darling." He contested, giving me back the plate.

I nudged it back over to him, settling with the common words "I'm not hungry."

He sighed, curling his finger under my chin to incline my head up to his gaze, "I won't let you do this, Althea Jane." His words held such conviction and love and upon looking up into his hazel eyes, I found my willpower diminishing by the second.

I snapped out of it, however, and averted my gaze, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about you starving yourself to look a certain way." I rolled my eyes and looked down at this, only to have his hands cup my jaw and make me look up at him. "No, Althea." He said sternly, leaving no room for argument.

We stared at each other for a solid minute, locked in a competition of who would break eye contact first. But his eyes held such severity, such raw determination, that without another word I took a bite of the bagel. Fine, this time he won.

I gave him the face - the one that tells him that I'm annoyed at his face and that I don't like what he just did. In response, his hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me into a kiss.

...

That was hot.

Never mind.

When we separated, his hand stayed on my neck and he put a spoonful of pineapple in my mouth, showing me that he wasn't taking no for an answer.