You are mine

Allergic to peanut butter

The smell of something sweet and sour woke me just 5 minutes before clock striked 7. I turned on my other side, where he was supposed to be, but his spot was empty and cold. I blinked my eyes rapidly and kicked myself up. His suitcase was still in the corner beside the window and a armchair. It was open and some clothes were spread around on the surrounding floor. 

I looked at the bedside table where a small white porcelain cup of steaming hot coffee was placed. This woke me, the smell on freshly bruied coffee lingered in the air next to me. I took the cup and sipped it. Mmm. Delicious. I looked around and there was no sight of him. I tilted my head to the right , to see, if he was in the bathroom. But the door was open and light were off.

Before I knew it, the door opened and James carried in a tray of delicious food. "Good morning!" He said, before setting it down on me. The tray was made of wood and had legs under, made for taking food into bed. "Morning!" I yawned deeply, tears almost came to my eyes. 

"I brought you some toast and peanut butter. They didn't have any jam, so I hope you won't mind." He said, taking his coffee mug from the tray and setting it down on the other table beside the bed. He was wearing light grey sweats and a tight white T. "I'm allergic to peanutbutter!" I made a serious face, looking up to him. 

He's smile turned into a frown, all emotions left his face and his face turned pale pink. "Oh, I..." He turned to me, ready to take away the plate. I stopped him, gripping the wood. "No need. Toast is good enough without any spread on it." I laughted and took a large bite from it. "You want one?" I asked, my mouth full. "Hmhm.." He looked at me while I ate. I took a spread knife and opened the lid of the butter. I made him a sandwich and smelled it. God demmet, it smelled good, but knowing that my throut would seal up after even taking a small bite, I smiled and handed it to him. I continiued eating my dry bread. 

"You brought me coffee to bed?" I asked him, while reaching for another toasted bread. 

"Yeap, I figured you would like a wake up call!" He said, whiping the crumbs off his lips. 

These fell into his lap and I licked my lips. When I finished my coffee, I put the cup and plate back on the tray and he moved the tray away from me. I pushed the blanket away and streched. My limbs were all aching from sleeping on the hard hotel madrass. I walked up to the bathroom and closed the door. When I was about to sit on the toilet, I noticed myself from the mirror. My hair looked like a birds nest and there was still pillow marks on my face. I rinsed my face with cold water and set my hair into a tall hanging ponytail.

I took care of my business and went back to my bedroom. The wedding was 4 o'clock, but I still had so much time and things to take care off. James had made himself feel comfortable in MY bed and now he was shirtless.

 "I need to do some work, if you don't mind!" He took his laptop and opened it. 

"No worries, I need to go and check my car. Laura said there is something leaking from underneath!" I crabbed my clothes and started changing. Before I knew it, I was just wearing my panties and a bra. I was so busy trying to figure out what to wear, so I didn't even notice that I had undressed infront of James. 

"Anna?" I heard him say, before I pulled on my skinny jeans and reached for a pink top from my suitcase.

"Yeap?" I pulled the top over my head. 

"Are you feeling more comfortable with me now?" he asked, while closing the lid on his MAC and slipping it off him.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"Well, you kind of started changing clothes infront of me." Oh no, I started screaming and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind me. "It's ok!" I heard him say behind the door and he was laughting.

"No it's not." I covered my face with my hands and slid down to the floor to catch a breath. 

"It's not like you were nude!" he said and then I heard him mumble. It sounded like he had said, "I wouldn't mind if you did!" 

Yeah, that what he wanted. Me being naked.

I stayed quiet, trying to gather some courage to go out and face him but I needed to be for a moment. 

After a minute or two, I finally unlocked the door and stepped out. My head was down, eyes blastered on the carpet and I studied every step I took. There was silence. I guessed he didn't want to embarress me no way hell, but when I didn't even hear any breathing in the room, I looked up. He wasn't here. His t-shirt was gone and also his jacket. 

This chapter is short but still gives a still pending information related to one important question in their relationship. Guess what it is?