Rena: Code 143

2.3

When I had gotten home last night, Kenny didn't suspect a thing. I pretended as if it was an ordinary day save for the fact I brought home fast food. He wasn't too excited that I didn't make a home-cooked meal, but I explained I had a long day. He didn't say much else as he sat on the couch eating and drinking his beer. I made sure I brought some home this time so he wouldn't be upset.

Today, Nick and I planned to meet again. This time, we'd be meeting entirely as friends. The word sounded bitter in my mind each time I thought of us. Nevertheless, there was nothing I could do seeing that I was married. Despite the circumstances, I was still excited to see him. Though I did my best to not show it while making Kenny breakfast.

Finishing the scrambled eggs and bacon I made for Kenny, I placed the food on a plate. I then popped a piece of bread into the toaster. Waiting for the bread to turn into toast, I went to the refrigerator. Pulling open the door, I reached inside, grabbing the orange juice and butter. Closing the fridge, I then placed said items on the counter and moved to grab a glass from the cabinet. Soon enough I was pouring the juice into the cup and the toast popped up, signaling it was ready. I spread the butter evenly on the piece of toast despite my burning hands, then placed it on a plate. I grabbed both the orange juice and plate of food before making my way to the dining room table.

Placing the food and juice down, I glanced up as Kenny arrived downstairs. He was wearing his police uniform, but he had yet to put on his shoes. Instead, he had them in his hand as he walked into the kitchen. He gave me a brief look before sitting in his seat without saying a word. I took that as my cue to begin cleaning the kitchen. I started sweeping first, the dishes next, and finally, I got to wipe the counters. As I did my daily routine, I wasn't thinking much. I was somewhere in my head, not thinking of anything. That is until I felt one hand grip my waist while the other traveled down my thigh.

"Kenny," I breathed, pausing from my work. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" He trailed kisses up my neck. I tilted my neck in response as a small sigh escaped me.

"You'll be late for work," I told him softly. He groaned low in his throat before backing away.

"You're right," He said and then turned me around suddenly. "I'll be working late today, so don't wait up." I nodded, and he gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Putting on his shoes, he grabbed my car keys since his car was still in the shop, then walked out. I watched him exit and even made sure he pulled away before breathing a sigh of relief. Now it was time for me to get ready so I could meet Nick for brunch. Rushing out of the kitchen, I headed upstairs to take a shower.

This time, Nick chose where to meet at. He claimed he found a cozy breakfast spot he thought I would like. Upon arriving in a taxi, I paid the driver, then got out. A large, brown building stood in front of me. I pulled out my phone to make sure I had the right place when I heard my name being called. Looking up, I saw that it was Nick who called me. He wore a smile as he approached, dressed in tan pants and a white tee-shirt, and dress shoes that showcased his muscles. We dressed similarly. I had on a short-sleeve, white-colored dress shirt that was tucked into a light brown skirt. I also decided to wear heels just to try something different. Though I had flip-flops shoved into my purse. A loose smile came across my lips. "Hi," I raised my hand to wave at him. I could have done better than a wave. Gosh, I was so awkward. I knew I shouldn't be because we had a fun time yesterday, but he made me so nervous. Once he reached me, he leaned in for a quick hug.

"Hi to you too," he said, encasing me in his warmth. The scent of him made me want to stay in his arms forever. At last, all things must come to an end. Letting me go, he grinned at me. "Are you ready to go in? I think you might like this place." I nodded, placing my hand in his.