Sweet Rayne

Part 3

~Wednesday~

Rayne POV

Rayne stirred. All around her was the smell of man and mahogany and cigarettes and whiskey. Upon cracking one eye open, she had no clue where she was, but knew that she was not in a bed, not in her bedroom, and certainly not alone. She moved her toes, feeling another foot that moved with her. Not wanting to open her eyes fully, but at the same feeling a bit of panic, she fought with herself on what she should do. Cracking both eyes open just a slit, she saw that she was foot to foot with Jake, and he was still sleeping on the other side of the couch.

At some point, she must've laid down. At some point, he must've brought out the blankets from the bedrooms and covered her up. She smiled a bit realizing that he had taken care of her while in a most vulnerable position.

In hopes of not bothering him, she slid her feet to the side, but he chased her with his own toes. She tried not to laugh at the cuteness. Finally, she was brave enough to open her eyes fully, only to find that he was at the opposite end of the couch, eyes directly on her.

"Good morning," he rasped, his eyes slowly fluttering like he wanted to go back to sleep.

"Morning," she was able to get out, as she sat up to his quiet whine from lack of toe contact.

She was sure she looked scary. Rubbing her face, she yawned, and stood up. "Imma jump into the shower," she said quietly.

He rolled onto his back, to which Rayne could not help but appreciate the expanse of skin that was showing as the blanket was thrown back. At some point in the night, he had removed his t-shirt. She tried to not be obvious how her eyes popped, but the way he grinned and stretched made her roll her eyes at being caught.

After showering the night off, she slid into a comfy sundress and sneakers. When she emerged, she found Jake was behind closed doors, but there was a cart tucked just inside the kitchen. She discovered pancakes, eggs, and fruit, along with a vat of coffee.

"Hey, breakfast is here!" she called out, pouring a cup for herself, followed by one for him after she took her first sip.

She went to his door and tapped. "I've got coffee for you."

The door opened to reveal Jake on the phone while still wet from the shower and only in a towel. "Thank you," he mouthed as he drifted away, knee deep in his call.

She stood for a long moment, the image shocking her brain and rooting her to the moment. "Damn," she sighed.

Fresh washed Jake was her new favorite smell. Falling back, she returned to the cart and picked at the fruit. She folded the blankets and straightened up the room. He emerged with a grin on his face.

"I'm an uncle again," he beamed. "Benjamin Jacob."

He held out his phone with a picture of a newborn with a set of very proud parents. She smiled at his happiness, and laughed at his plan of relentlessly badgering his twin over the name. They settled into breakfast. Rayne could not stop looking at the man next to her. Joy exuded from him in a way that was refreshing and unexpected.

"What time do we have to be at LUMA?" she asked, pouring fresh coffee for both of them.

"Not until eight tonight. The day is ours."

She sat up straight, looking dead in his eyes. "Ours?"

"Yup. Anything you want to do?"

She grabbed her phone. "Are you up for playing tourist?"