Bound to Love

Chapter 3. Good Morning Beautiful

    I awoke the next morning to the wonderful smell of bacon. The smell filled the house and my nostrils causing my stomach to grumble in hunger.  I sat up swiftly on the couch and instantly wished I hadn't done that. Every muscle in my body ached, muscles I didn't even know I had hurt. As I was sitting there rubbing out my sore muscles I see Chase coming from the kitchen out of the corner of my eye.

    "Good morning, beautiful" He said with a genuine smile on his face. "How are you feeling this morning?"

    "To be honest, I'm a little sore." I said still nursing my aching muscles. Sore was an understatement, I was more than sore. I felt like a semi-truck ran me over..twice.

    "I'm so sorry, I should have warned you." He said with a mischevious smile. "Riding those things will make you sore the first couple of times, it's normal. Can I get you anything? Tylenol? Ibuprophen?" He asked as he sat beside me on the corner of the couch bed.

    "No, I'm okay. I usually don't take medication. I will just let it run it's course. Maybe once I get up and moving it will calm down some. Do you have any coffee?" I asked whipping my head to the side to look at him.

    "Yeah, I have coffee, I just have to brew it. No problem at all. You know Ana, I had a great time yesterday. I really didn't want it to end." He said looking me directly in the eyes.

    He obviously had no idea what that did to me. Or did he?  It was like everytime I made eye contact I was completely lost in him. I wish I never had to leave. Leave! Oh crap, I almost forgot about my family.

    "Thank you, I really apprecaite it." I replied with a grin. "As soon as we get done eating I have to get home. My family is going to throw a fit. I'm surprised they haven't sent a search team out by now." I said with a nervous giggle. My family really is protective of me, but I may have exaggerated about the search team a little bit.

    "A search team? Really?" He said slightly amused. " Would you like me to go into the museum when I take you home to help explain? Because I have no problem doing that, afterall, it is my truck's fault as to why you aren't home."

    "No, it would just make matters worse. Once again, I appreciate the gesture, but I think they would be shocked to see me walk in with a 'strange man' without an explanation first." I said trying to look him in the eyes to give him the 'It's not you it's them' kind of look.

    "No, it's okay. I completely understand. Having a woman as beautiful as you to look after must be stressful on them." He laughed.

    We both sat there first lauging for a minute, then in silence. I wondered what he was thinking. I haven't seen him this quiet since, well ever. He is an interesting man, I can give him that much. I have never met anyone like him. Just the typical jerk saying 'Hey baby, can I buy you a drink some time,' that type. It was a total turn off to me. I would decline then they would get cocky and walk out of the museum. My whole life, up until Chase walked in, pretty much revolved around my family, school work, and mainly the museum.

    I looked over at Chase in amazement. He is truly gorgeous. Sitting there with his baby blue eyes looking at his strong hands, which were fiddling with a piece of string at the time, every vein in his body stood out. My eyes began to travel to his full pink lips. I wondered if they felt the same as yesterday. Soft, yet firm , consuming every part of mine. My body was gravitating towards his without a second thought.

    I scooted closer to him and he leaned into me. At first I was nervous, some of my own thoughts returning, then my mind once again focused in on his luscious lips. Thoughts gone, replaced with new feeling. The kiss was soft at first, then it became heated. He reached up and laced one hand through my hair and used the other one to grip my waist to pull me closer to him. The kiss turned passionate and filled with lust as my lips slowly parted to let him in. My mind went blank and was only filled with pleasure and bliss. A moan accidentally escaping my lips pressed against his.