You do Something to Me (mature) (Urban Romance)

Part Two > Chapter 10 > New Orleans

Trey

Waking up to a glaring sun and a small ache in my neck; a byproduct of the odd angel my head was positioned. I sit up rolling my shoulders and twisting my neck trying to clear out the ache. Looking over to find Danielle still asleep but taking up most of the bed. She was always a bed and cover hog so no surprise there. But damn even with her mouth open and her slight snore piercing the air, and hair covering her face she was a beautiful sight. If only I didn't dread when those bottomless black eyes of hers opened to look at me.

Even though I dread the outcome I won't be sneaking out of this bed trying to put off the unavoidable. We need to talk. Laying back down and staring up at the ceiling for about a minute replaying last night in my head. She really is beautiful and damn she can blow a man's mind.  I had kept my promise and woke her up with my mouth before rolling over letting her take control of the moment. And damn did she ever....she rode me right into heaven before collapsing onto my chest. Throughout the night we made sure to keep physical contact with each other. Be it me holding her from behind or her leg thrown across my waist with her ear over my heart. Or my having partially climbed onto her back nose buried in her hair.

Yet now in the morning light...I don't know what to do. Wake her or allow her to sleep? Do we talk about all the underlying issues or do we just continue on as if whatever last night was didn't happen? I know we need to talk, but do we do it now or leave it for after the week apart. A little time and space to clear our heads. I don't agree with the no contact shit she's demanding but will try my best to give her what she needs. Whatever she needs I am down for it as long as it keeps her in my life and us out of this weird place we seem to be stuck in.

Throwing the covers off the rest of the way I get up and make my way to the bathroom located directly across from her room and start the shower. Sitting onto the downed toilet lid I place my bent elbows onto my knees rubbing my hands over my head.

And it's here I'm sitting still thinking of how I can possibly fix this, when I hear the door squeak open. Quickly looking up thinking it's one of her roommates I try and grab a hanging towel to cover my lap with but instead find Danielle standing there in my t-shirt with her back against the now closed door.

"Hey..."

"Hey."

we stare at each other a moment. Me still holding the towel and her playing with the hem of my shirt.

"I think your water is hot now."

Shit! I didn't even notice the steam or the fact that I was wasting precious hot water when these apartments were notorious for shitty ass hot water heaters. I stand before her with no thought of my nakedness and sling the towel over the counter. Walking over to Danielle who watched me with a nervousness that made my heartache. I grab the  collar of mines now no doubt her t-shirt yanking her into my arms hugging her close. I close my eyes and inhale her scent while she wraps her arms around me.

"Getting in with?"

"Yeah."

*******

A hour and the half later we are sitting in waffle house booth with the both of us stuck in our own thoughts. Me opening and closing my mouth trying to figure out the best way to start. While she looks off into the distance.

"I'm sorry." Shit this seems like the best place to start this off with.

"Sorry for what exactly?" Danielle turns those damn eyes onto me just waiting for my answer.

"Fuck i don't know. For taking this shit too far. For hurting you when i never meant to.'

"Well since this was something we both decided to start you can't take the blame for that. And you can't apologize for something you never knew you did. It's not your fault my ass fell in love with you."