Love doesn't have to be hard

Chapter 10: Let's Talk

So, the next morning, I slowly opened my eyes. My head hurts and I feel like crap. I slowly try to move, and Zed's arm tightens around me. 

Gruffly, I say, "Good morning, babe."

"Good morning, sweetheart. How do you feel this morning?"

"Like garbage."

"I bet you really enjoyed those cherry vodka sours last night. They will give you a major hangover, but thankfully for you, your man knows the best hangover cure."

"Really? My man, I like the sound of that." My head feels like it weighs twenty pounds, and my tongue feels like sandpaper.

"Of course, I am your man, and you are my girl or my woman. Now, first things first, take that cute little ass and take a nice hot shower. Once you finish, stay in the bathroom and let the steam soak into your pores; it will help hydrate your body."

"Are you joining me in the shower?"

"Not today, beautiful. I am going to be in the kitchen making your hangover cure."

"Aww, I needed help washing my body."

He laughed, "I'm sure you do. Babe, you and I both know what will happen if I join you. I think today's shower is best solo. We have all day to do those naughty thoughts in your dirty little mind."

"What? I'm not, no, I just, oh, forget it. You do know me too damn well. It's your fault."

"How is it my fault?"

"Because you make me feel so good I can't help but think about you inside of me even when I feel like death." 

"I have created a monster, a horny monster." She laughed, and so did he. 

"Okay, so I am going to take a shower all alone, but I am only wearing this robe and nothing underneath when I am finished."

"Okay, I will be slaving in the kitchen, dreaming of your sexy body as the water cascades down your breast, your ass, and your hips. Fuck, I'm as bad as you are."

She grabbed the robe and slid it on; she smiled as she walked out of the room. He took a few deep breaths and finally climbed out of bed. He slipped his boxers and a pair of athletic shorts on, then went to the kitchen. 

He pulled a pack of ground beef and taco seasoning. He grabbed some limes and started cooking the hamburger meat; he placed the taco shells in the oven and sliced the limes.

She showered and dried her hair while she sat on the toilet lid, breathing in the steam. She brushed her hair and slipped her robe back on. She smelled something really good, but it smelled like tacos.

She walked down the hall, and there stood Zed, his hair uncombed, shirtless, and a pair of shorts that hung low on his hips. He could be the image of a sex god; he is so hot.

"I know you aren't making tacos for breakfast."

"I most certainly am. It is the best hangover food ever. Trust me, babe."

He fixed me three tacos with a little lettuce on top, salsa, and a squeeze of lime. He sat them down in front of me at the table. My stomach was turning as the smell hit my nostrils. 

"I don't think I can eat these."

"I guarantee by the time you eat half of one taco, your stomach will stop feeling queasy."

"Okay." I take a deep breath, pick up the taco and slowly bite into it. It tastes so good that I take another bite. Zed is eating some and watching me intently.

"Do you feel better? You ate all three of them. Do you want more?"

"No, I am good, but yeah, they were good. I feel much better now, thank you."