Fortuitous {WLW}

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Villian

Saylor's POV:

The sun begins to bleed through the blinds, causing me to stir slightly, but Emerson grip on me keeps me still. I smile at the feeling of being held in her strong arms as I listen to her heart beat in her chest; steady and calm. My eyes slowly part, looking up at Emerson as she continues to sleep, paying no mind to the sun and it's attempts to pester her.

Every morning, for the last week, I've woken up in her arms. Ever since the night at the lake, we have been inseparable and I absolutely love it.

I kiss along her bare chest, her collar bone, and her jaw, until I reach her lips. Her eyes slowly flutter open, a smile growing on my face as she groggily attempts to look for me, a smile now formed on her lips as they land on me, "morning."

My fingers dance along her chest as her arms let go of me in order to stretch her arms out, "good morning."

She rubs her eyes as she looks down at our naked dispositions, another thing we've been doing a lot of; sex.

"Do you even own pajamas anymore?" She teases.

I smirk as I sit up, "why waste the time to put them on? They just end up coming off anyways."

She mirrors my smirk as she sits up and checks the time on her phone, "we have time for a quickie."

I chuckle as I grab my towel off the dresser, "we have work soon and I'd rather not wreak of sex."

"Well, you're no fun." Emerson says sarcastically.

"Are you joining me?" I ask as I rest along the doorframe.

Emerson flings the comforter off, exposing her perfect body that makes me have second guess that proposal for a quickie, "always."

***

I blow dry my hair as Emerson wipes her mouth after brushing her teeth. I rarely liked sharing my morning routine with my partners as it was always my time to be alone and do my own thing. None of my partners were allowed to stay the night because I feared that their schedules would interfere with mine or throw mine off, but I love having Emerson a part of my mornings.

Emerson holds me from behind and I feel my body melt into her as she presses gentle kisses along my neck. Despite how comfortable my body feels in her arms, my heart still rapidly beats in my chest.

I never thought I was much of a morning person, but because I know they're spent with Emerson... now, I look forward to them.

"I'll get the coffee started." She murmurs against my skin.

I nod, kissing her before she heads to the kitchen. I look in the mirror, a lovesick smile on my face that I can't seem to wipe away. I could do this every day, wake up next to her and fall asleep in her arms. I've never known a comfort quite like this before.

I finish getting ready and meet Emerson in the cabin's kitchen as she plates our breakfast, which is some hash brown, pepper, egg and sausage concoction. Emerson makes the best breakfasts' and that's not something I say lightly. My dad is a complete freak about cooking, it's why he opened a restaurant, but even him and all his cooks combined... past and present... couldn't compete with the stuff Emerson whips together effortlessly.

I take a bite of my food as she sits across from me, smirks formed on our faces and our feet tap one another's.

This... this is what everyday should be like.

I look into her hazel eyes as she blushes, not a word even being said as we eat, but so much conveyed. I don't know if you can tell someone is in love with you by looks, but the look in her eye seems awfully convincing. I wonder if she can tell when she looks into mine, how I am completely devoted to her in ways I never thought I could be.