His Love

Chapter 25: Fresh Start

Jade POV

March 21st, 2009

8:03 AM

My head spins as I roll over in bed. Tom has his hands wrapped around my waist. I hardly remember what happened last night, but I do know that we kissed. Twice. I hold my head in my hands and groan. Tom's eyes flutter open as my groans wake him. "Good morning sweetness." he whispers sweetly. I groan again, rubbing my temples.

"Headache?" he asks, kissing my cheek lightly. "Mhmm..." I mumble.

"Want some Advil?" He asks. I hold my hands together, keeping my eyes closed. "Please for the love of God." I whisper as to not make my headache worse. Tom trudges out of bed and stalks to the bathroom. This is the second time I've been hungover since I've been here. That's two out of three days. I better not make it a habit. 

Tom returns, handing me a glass of water and a bottle of Advil. I throw back two of the magic pills and lay back down, covering the entirety of my body with the blanket. Tom climbs back into bed and gently traces his fingertips along the length of my back. His hand travels under the back of my shirt. I panic a little bit, not expecting him to touch my bare skin.

My back arches slightly. "Cold!" I yelp. He chuckles softly as he pulls me closer to him, pressing his freezing hands against my skin. He lightly grazes my back, running his fingers against the ridges of my spine. I shiver as his fingers travel around my waist, to my tummy. He plants soft and small kisses on the back of my head and down the side of my neck to my shoulder. "Would you like some breakfast my love?" Tom asks sweetly. I nod, almost falling back asleep. "What would you like me to make?" He whispers. "That depends. What are you capable of making?" I ask quietly. "Anything you want, princess." he responds with a chuckle. "In that case, can I have eggs and avocado toast?" I inquire, raising my eyebrows. Tom smiles and pats my head gently. "Coming right up." He says, pulling me out of bed by my arms.

I resist playfully, not wanting to get up. He frowns and lifts me up over his shoulder. I screech, clinging to the blankets as he pulls me away from the bed. He laughs as he carries me down the stairs quietly so as to not wake anyone else up. He gently plops me down onto the counter and pulls out a pan from the cabinet. He meticulously sets four eggs, bread and an avocado on the counter. I sit crisscrossed on the counter as he fires up the stove, and carefully cracks each egg into the hot pan. The toast pops out of the toaster, and he gently smashes the avocado onto the crisp bread, topping it with a little salt and pepper. He elegantly places each element on both plates as he pours me a glass of orange juice from the fridge. 

He finishes up and tosses the pan in the sink, while handing me my plate. It looks amazing. My stomach rumbles loudly as I set my plate in my lap. "Thank you." I say quietly with a smile. Tom smiles warmly back at me. "Anything for you, my love." He says sweetly. I carefully take a bite of my perfectly cooked eggs and my eyes widen. This man is gorgeous AND can cook? Total package. I wonder what else he can do. Tom smiles at me widely. "Is it good?" he asks as he shoves a fork full in his mouth. "This is amazing!" I exclaim as I bite into my toast. He looks at me lovingly as I sway back and forth as I eat. I don't think I've had a homecooked meal this good before.