The Boxer's Girl {COMPLETED}

Chapter 33• Forgiving

Chapter 33• Forgiving

Inhaling the distinct scent, I padded my way to the kitchen in my all black, cosy winter pyjamas. Upon entering, I was gifted with the sight of bacon cooking on one pan, perfectly shaped fried eggs on another, and slices of bread toasting on yet another pan.

All maintained by a very shirtless Blake.

"Mmhmm. That smells delicious." I murmured in a groggy morning voice before clearing my throat. "Morning." I greeted Blake as he turned around.

My first thought was, abs. My eyes stayed glued to his stomach as I took in every dint and muscle. I couldn't seem to tear my eyes away.

The muscles rippled and all too soon, I was staring at his back again. I'm not complaining, because holy hell it was defined. Broad shoulders, thick muscles and tanned skin rippled as Blake moved and it was a sight to behold.

"Take a picture, they usually last longer." I heard Blake say with amusement, voice huskier than usual.

"Don't mind if I do," I replied teasingly. He turned his head with a smirk, as if daring me to. I grinned wickedly.

After flipping an egg he turned around to greet me a proper good morning with a kiss on my afterwards tingling forehead.

The events from last night made an appearance in my head for some reason, remembering the way Blake pleaded and begged and how I made my decision so adamantly. I studied Blake as he was now, a complete different person to how he was that night when he... Verbally abused me, if you know what I mean.

"Hey daydreamer, do you want some breakfast?" Blake snapped me out of my thoughts with a worried look. I forcefully smiled at him, trying to rid myself of the previous thoughts. Looking at Blake to confirm my answer, I noticed he was sporting a very concerned look.

"Oh no, did I do something wrong?" He asked tentatively, his head already dropping slightly.

I shook my head confusedly. "No, why would you think that?" I asked with curiosity.

"Just the way you were looking, all thoughtful and worried, I thought you were thinking about me. So I'm in the clear?" Blake asked cautiously once again and I relished in the feel of having Blake care so deeply for me.

I grinned at the thought, but then shook my head. "Well actually... yes, I was thinking about you. I was just thinking about... Stuff." I trailed off. Blake picked up on my unsuccessful attempt to conceal what I was thinking about.

"Princess..."

I sighed. "Ok fine. If you really want to know, I was just thinking about how different you were... You know, that night. I swear this is a different person standing in front of me then it was the other night." I muttered with my head down, slightly guilty of bringing this up and possibly making him feel bad. I peeked up at him from below my lashes to see his face, as I presumed, looking guilty but also slightly angry.

He turned his head to the side with his palms on the bench, supporting some of his weight. "I don't like who I was that night. I've been like that before, drunk out of my mind and making bad choices while doing so. I don't want to do that or be that ever again, Ella. Trust me. It felt too horrible. I'm so sorry you had to go through that because of me." Blake vented, showing me another part of his past.