The Good Samaritan

Chapter 1

Beep Beep! Beep Beep! Beep Beep! Beep Beep! Wake up, Greg. Time to wake up.

"Greg? Who's Greg?" I whispered to myself.

"I'm Greg, the guy who's name you kept screaming last night." Greg said.

I looked him up and down. I slept with him, last night? I must've be in heaven last night. Oh, that face and those eyes. I looked down. Those abs, the olive colored abs. So perfect. Why? Why does he have to be so......

"Hot? I get that a lot. You got a little drool riiiiight there."

He reached over and wiped the drool off of my mouth with his thumb.

"Can you read my mind or something? And thanks."

"No, I can't but I guessed right didn't I?"

"Yes, you did."

"I made us some breakfast. Are you allergic to tomatoes?"

"No, but I am allergic to chocolate. Why?"

"Because I made us an omelet and it has tomatoes in it."

"Okay. Wait you made a omelet. As in one?"

"Yeah," he rubbed the back of his neck and started rambling, "I mean if you don't want to share an omelet I can make another one, I, I, I,  mean, like, like, like, like, you don't have to eat it if you totally don't want to but......."

I kissed him on the lips. I've always wanted to cut somebody off by kissing them. It was a simple kiss. Thank God, he didn't have morning breath or that would've been a disaster.

"What was that for?" He asked.

"You talk to much. Now let us eat some breakfast."

He pushed me back in the room.

"Put this on," he handed my a black silk robe, "we're going outside."

"Okay. Can you leave so I can change?"

He stood there with a smirk on his face.

"What, it's not like I haven't seen it before."

I grabbed the blankets from the bed, covered myself with them, and shut the doors. Men.

When he was gone, I turned and looked around the room. I didn't realize how huge it was. It's walls were burgundy and the frames, white. There were pictures all over the room. Some sonograms, baby pictures, school pictures, vacation photos, and one in paricular that caught my eye. He was holding a baby. A newborn. For some reason, I had this odd feeling. I don't know what it was. My train of thought was lost as soon as I heard knocking on the door.

"Hey, are you finished?"

"Almost."

I quickly put on the robe and left the very large room. As I was descending down the grand staircase, my eyes were as wide as saucers. There was a crystal chandlier hanging from the ceiling, the floors were marble-tiled (and they were shiny!), and there was also a door that looked like it led to a patio of some sort. May I also say that the sun had barely come out yet which made it even more beautiful. I then walked out of the house.

As a was walking out, I saw a piece of paper that said 'follow me' and there was an arrow pointing to a dull rock. I then saw a pathway of these delicate stones leading off to a bunch of corridors that leaded to a door covered with vines and leaves. It looked like the door from The Secret Garden. I entered and there, I saw the beautiful man that I woke up to this morning. Damn it, he has on a shirt!

"Good morning!"

"Good morning."

"You have a beautiful home."