Selfish in Love

Chapter 4

When I woke up I'm all by myself on the couch. A memory of what occured few hours ago invades my mind, a sweet memory. I look around, no one in sign.

"Flin."

No answer, his shoes are gone. Should I panic, freak out? Somehow I don't. He's not in the bedroom neither. I look at my reflection in the mirror, I like that I'm wearing his clothes. À propos clothes, isn't the reason I woke  him up in the first place was to ask about the emptyness of his closet! Well I ended up  getting more than what I  wanted.
I giggle thinking about it.

I take a shower and put my dress back on. I need to go out of here, besides I'm hungry. what time it is? I reach for my phone, it's pas 10 am. I'storm in the leaving room ready to leave when a voice stopped me.

"Sneaking out, aren't you?"

The sound of his voice makes me jump. "Oh stop! You scared me. Where were you?" I ask.

"Good morning to you too Rissea"

Oh we're back to Rissea again! Good to know.

"Morning. You weren't there when I woke up."

"Yes, I went out." He hangs  me a coffee cup to go and a paper back. " Coffee?"

I'm surprised but appreciate that he brought me breakfast.

"Thank you."

" I hope I guessed it right, I wasn't sure how you like to have your coffee."

I take a sip of my coffee. "You guessed right, this is perfekt! Thanks."

"I'm glag you like it, It wasn't easy to pick."

I can understand. Buy coffee for someone else without clear instructions isn't an easy task .

He eyes me up and dow. Why does he likes to do that.

"Ready to hit the club already?"  He says sarcastically with a cocky grin.

"You do not expect me to wear your clothes outside? do you?"

"Why not, they fit you perfectly, you can have them."

He's damm serious. The idea is tempting I'm not gonna lie but there is no way I'm stepping out wearing his shorts and shirt.

"Why don't you have clothes in your closet?"

The question takes him off guard. He thinks for a moment.

"What?"

"Your closet is empty."

"Is that a problem?"

"I mean apart from a few shirts and underwear... it's difficult to believe that you don't have nothing else you can change into."

"Why would you want me to change, don't you like what I'm wearing?"

"It's not about that and you know what I mean."

"Not quite but I will go shopping then."

That's all? Is this his explanation?

I get it, he wont tell me more. I'm a little disappointed but I don't want to dig any deeper, I'll just let him be. By the number of time he runs his hands through his hair I understand the questioning is making him nervous but there's one more thing I'm dying to know.

"I have another question."

"go ahead."

"You didn't asked about what happenedd last night, why?"

He rises an eyebrom.

"I mean, don't you want to know what mades me call you last night?" I continued.