Handcuffs in Winter

Chapter Five

My nose filled with the smell of food and I sat up in bed. I yawned loudly. I felt great this morning and I had no clue why. I really didn't care. It's the best I felt in weeks. I climbed from the large bed, letting my toes curl in the soft carpet. When the blanket fell, revealing my naked body, I let out a small scream. I've never slept naked before. Letting myself think I had a long night, I threw on some sweat pants and a large t-shirt then headed down the stairs.

Taylor stood at the stove again. Cooking up breakfast this morning. I was ready to eat it this time. I climbed onto one of the stools and waited for Taylor to turn around. I stared at his bare back. Each muscle tightened in his broad shoulders as he moved. And then he turned around. "Good morning," he greeted me with a smile and a happy tone.

"Better than yesterday," I joked. He set a plate of bacon on the counter. I reached for it, grabbing a piece and shoving it in my mouth. "Someone is in a good mood this morning."

"You're not?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Strangly, I feel amazing this morning. Better than I have in a long time, I can tell you that." I grabbed another piece of bacon and jumped from the counter. I walked over next to him to peek at what he was cooking. "You know, you're an amazing cook." I said chewing on the bacon strip.

He turned to me and smiled. Then he did something that shocked me into complete numbness.

He kissed me.

"Uh....What?--Huh?!"

"Your eye is looking better. Should be gone in a couple days," he said, licking his fingers. He touched the side of my face softly.

"What?!"

He pulled a drawer out and pulled a hand held mirror out. I gave him a weird look. "Don't judge. I use to have parties here. There were girls in the house," he laughed.

I took the mirror from him and placed it near my face. He was right. My bruised face was turning yellow. The dark black and blue was pretty much gone. But that wasn't what made me scream. The mirror dropped from my hand and shattered on the floor. I slapped my hand to my neck and turned from Taylor, who turned around looking horrified. "What's wrong?!"

"What happened last night?" I asked as calm as I could. I heard him laugh under his breath.

"What do you want to know?"

My mind worked fast. Everything from the sex in the patrol car as we were stopped in the middle of the street, cars honking their horns to see if everything was alright; to the sex on the couch and the sex in the bedroom. Every detail rushed me at once. The kisses. The moans. The screaming and scratches. It was like I had watched a porno but I was in it. Suddenly, I didn't feel that amazing. My legs ached from the endless hours and fatigue overwhelmed me. I remember looking at the clock at one point. It read 5:35 am. And the night didn't slow down much after that.

All I could do was repeat the words, "Oh my God," over and over again. I turned back around to Taylor who was smiling at me.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh--I need to take a shower," I said, walking towards the back of the house.

"You took one last night." And just like that, more very detailed scenes popped in my head. Very wet detailed scenes. Legs wrapped around his torso, being pushed against the wall while water fell down on us kind of scenes. I didn't feel so clean after that.

I took a deep breath and tried to relax. It could be worse. It was the longest and best sex night of my life. Now when I looked at Taylor, all I could think about was how sexy he looked standing in front of that stove with his shirt off. The only thing haunting me was the fact that he's known me since I was thirteen.