Keeping Claire

Chapter Eighteen

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                Chapter Eighteen

Cody’s POV-

                Luckily, the next morning, Claire or I didn’t have to go to work because it was Saturday. That was a great thing, because I didn’t get much sleep last night. After Claire had told me about her ‘demon’, I couldn’t go to sleep. Did it sound weird to me? Yes. Quite. Did that curve my feelings for her? Absolutely not. But the thought of something like that living inside of her, metaphorical or not, made me shiver. I couldn’t do anything to really get rid of the thoughts and feelings she had. A person doesn’t just forget those kinds of feelings. I would just have to love her enough for her to let go of her past and live in the present. Yes, I just said love. I think I might be falling in love with her.

                So these thoughts kept running through my head as I looked down at her sleeping face. She looked so content when she slept. Usually when she’s awake, she always has a worried, sad look on her face.

                She also had a small smile on her face; something that usual isn’t present, whether she’s asleep or awake. It’s probably because I kissed her ear right before she went to sleep. I thought hard about doing that. I wondered if it would be too much for her. Obviously it wasn’t.

                As I watched her sleep, she started to stir. She opened her eyes, looked up at me, then smiled. I loved it when she smiled. I grinned back.

                “Good morning.” I whispered.

                “Good morning.” She replied. She was still smiling.

                “What are you smiling at?” I asked, playing with a piece of her hair.

                “Um, I don’t really know,” She said, “I guess you.”

                I smiled even bigger. “So, you want some breakfast?” I asked.

                “Yeah.” She said, still smiling as she stretched her arms.

                “Okay.” I said, getting out of the bed and walking over to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

                When I looked back, she looked like she was pouting because I got up. I chuckled to myself, too low for her to hear.

                After that was done, I walked down the hallway to cook our breakfast. I put the coffee on first. I didn’t know that such a small person could drink so much coffee. Then I went to the fridge and pulled the eggs and the bacon out. To say that I hadn’t done a little shopping and cleaning before she came was an understatement. I did A LOT of shopping and cleaning. After getting those out, I went to the pantry and pulled out a loaf of bread. I silently thanked my mother for teaching me how to cook then putting me in that culinary arts class in high school. I hated it, but now I was grateful.