My Pizza Guy. (editing)

26 ~ Vows.

** So. u_u

We meet again. :P

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I woke up the next morning....

Awfully exhausted.

I groaned in pain as I lifted my back to sit up. Then I tucked a stray lock behind my right ear and looked down at myself.

Holy shmoly.

My eyes widened.

And quite suddenly, the happenings of last night enveloped my mind.

My heart started beating very fast as it couldn't help giggling, my brain tried to keep its composure and my conscience started hooting. Woooo! You go girl!!! She cheered.

Yeah so I blushed.

I'd never slept naked. Never.

Not even when I was a baby. I always had a diaper on at least. But last night...

It was just... I don't even know how to describe it.

It sort of just... happened.

The million dollar question; where was I?

No. Not some hotel.

It was Nick's "apartment."

I couldn't have deciphered any place more beautiful than this one. It was so classy with the abundant glass windows and the sleek and dark furniture, polished grey floor and the high ceiling. Everything about it spoke; "Expensive!!!"

The king sized bed was so cozy, so comfortable that right then and there, I'd wanted to drop off again.

I looked beside me. Nick breathed steadily, his face calm, innocent and just perfect as he slept in the silence. I smiled. I guessed I'd have to get used to this scene. And yet, I knew I'd never get tired of having to see this every morning, not long from now.

I put in almost all my effort to slowly and painfully slip out of the bed. I blushed further as I saw my dress on the floor. Oh my.

It was torn.

My inner voices couldn't help gawking at it. Then they wouldn't stop gawking at me.

I raised my brows. I wondered why I certainly did NOT  remember that. I was probably too caught up in the moment, I guessed.

Oh dear, my cheeks were burning again.

I opened his closet, and did what girls did in the movies.

Yep, I wore one of his T-shirts.

I pulled my hair in a messy bun and washed my face and hands, a grin across my face.

*******

Just as I put the last pancake on the plate, Nick hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear, "Morning, beautiful."

I turned my face to look at him and pecked his lips. "Morning." I smiled.

This was far, far better than saying it on text.

He let go of me and then poured the syrup on the pancakes. I got to look at him then.

Wow.

He was shirtless, wearing shorts. His hair was messy and he was barefoot. He was so casually moving about, like his present get up would not make me blush.

Oh he was so wrong.

We enjoyed our first breakfast together. It was simple yet romantic. All in all.... perfect.