Deer in the Headlights

Part 48 - Wake Up on Your Own

[Adam's POV]

Waking with a jolt I quickly rub my eyes as my mind fast forwards into reality, the memories of last night flooding into my mind along with a hefty tidal wave of emotion which caused me to blush violently.

Had I really done all that? Surely not, maybe it was just a dream I’d had when I’d fallen asleep on the sofa after returning home.

The scent of Brielle’s perfume on my skin and clothes however denied that thought in an instant. It had happened.

Blinking my eyes to adjust to the morning light I quickly realised I was laid alone on the sofa, no Brielle. Just me and the quilted blanket. My stomach lurches as the reality hits me full on making me feel sick, sitting up I look around the living room to try and dispel the thought, it couldn’t be true, she had to be here.

Everything was still and quiet, there was no sign of Brielle.

Standing up I tiredly run a hand through my hair and sigh deeply, I realised Brielle must’ve bolted sometime in the morning while I was still asleep. It must’ve all been too much for her.

Letting out a frustrated groan as I walk into the kitchen I freeze, my hand still clutching my head as I fought to make sense of what I saw.

“Brielle?” My voice rumbles deeply, still half clouded with sleep. I couldn’t hide my surprise that sitting at the breakfast bar casually sipping a cup of coffee was Brielle. She smiles as she sees me, a faint puzzled look on her face but a real smile nevertheless.

“Morning.” She says warmly as she breezily gets up and places a mug under the coffee machine, pressing a few buttons she stands back while it fills the cup with steaming coffee. As she stood waiting for it to fill I couldn’t help looking at her quite intently, my eyes guiltily scanning her figure, she didn’t look the least bit fazed by last night, in fact rather the opposite, she seemed very awake and alert.

I blush and shuffle about nervously as I think about the kisses, it was strange to think that whatever bravery I’d had last night seemed to have entirely burnt out.

The intense smell of coffee soon hits me drawing me back to reality as Brielle takes the cup and places it on my side of the breakfast bar before sitting back down on her end, her eyes catching mine and indicating the cup with a smile. Swallowing a lump in my throat I grin nervously and go to sit down. In my chest I could feel my heart starting to beat faster as Brielle watched me in silence, staring down at the mug I bring it to my mouth with trembling fingers and take a long sip. I smile as the warm milky coffee glides down my throat and causes a little fire to burn into existence inside of me.

 However as I put down the mug and nervously traced my fingers along the rim I felt the fire leave me, Brielle’s gaze I knew was still upon me.

Not able to hold the feeling off any longer I hesitantly flick my eyes to her still ice blue ones. I noted with slight confusion how she was smiling faintly, she looked very relaxed and I couldn’t help wondering if I was the one being weird because I felt the situation was awkward. Because frankly Brielle didn’t seem the least bit affected, I knew I wasn’t the best judge of situations around women but with Brielle I felt completely flummoxed, she was so mysterious.

“I-I’m sorry ab-bout- last night Brielle.” I stutter nervously, my eyes darting away from hers for a second before returning a moment later so I could gauge her reaction.

“Adam it’s fine, really.” Brielle says calmly, her voice wavering as she smiles but other than that her complexion remains calm and relaxed. Swallowing a lump in my throat I nod shyly as I feel myself blushing again, somehow I just couldn’t muster up any boldness right now, I wanted to don’t get me wrong, but something was stopping me.