His Second Bride Her Second Love

Chapter 44

RICKKARD STONE

Even before being fully awake, still in my sleeping state, I knew my mood was not okay. It had to do with what Sarah said last night. Last night, it took two hours for sleep to envelope me, her words were running in my mind, continuously, taunting me, mocking me. I shouldn't have felt this bad, I mean that was exactly what I felt about sex, that was always the rule- not getting attached. But her words sex is just sex were fucking playing in my mind, she sounded so casual, so uninterested and so confident that I thought if this relationship means more to me than to her. Were we on the same page? Because if not, this has to end at some point.

I sighed in frustration, even with my eyes closed, in half sleep state, these thoughts were not leaving me the fuck alone. I prepared to open my eyes forcefully, to be ready to face the long day which I knew I won't enjoy. But as soon as I opened my eyes, I was met with a beautiful sight and suddenly something ran through my body like liquid flowing slowly and steadily.

She was so close, her beautiful sleeping face, rhythmic breathings and movements, slightly parted lips,  they had the power to forget all the other things and thoughts. It took a moment for me to know what was going on here and another moment to steady myself. Since many mornings, I've been waking up to see this picture yet everytime I get goosebumps, every time my heart does fucking summersaults. Suddenly, last night didn't seem to matter now.

I took a quick glance at the clock, it read 6:40, four hours, that's the amount of sleep I got yesterday. Last night I pretended to sleep, that time I could feel Sarah's eyes watching me, trying to figure what must've happened. How can someone be so clueless?  How can she not know the effect of her words? 

I stopped myself from going into that direction of thoughts again. It would take sometime for Sarah to wake up, I should probably go and make some coffee and breakfast and maybe hit the gym area. But my eyes got better of me and decided to leave everything else and just watch Sarah like a creep. If she wakes up, I would tell her that I woke up just now.

Sarah started moving a bit, she was about to wake up, it would be the first time she would actually wake up with me besides her. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. I groaned! My parents!  How could I forget that they were here.

"Can we not even get a cup of coffee to quench our thirst?" My ever so dramatic mother shouted.

Sarah opened her eyes, she watched her surroundings, confused she looked at me.

"Or do we have to die at your house out of thrust?" My mother voice came again.

"What's happening?" Sarah asked in her sleepy voice.

"Nothing, just my mother breaking the perfect good morning moment." I said. She smiled and closed her eyes again, off to sleep. I chuckled.

I got up and opened the door before mother could disturb Sarah again.

"Can you keep your voice low? Sarah is sleeping." I whispered, just to make my point clear.

"Since when did you started caring about others sleep? Oh wait, it's not 'other', its Sarah. Anyways, I just want my coffee." She said.

It was on the tip of my tongue to ask her to make her own coffee but that wasn't possible, she was 'The Mitchell Barbara Stone' , she won't even step into the kitchen to boil water. But it was for the better actually. Back in the time when I was twenty, our house keeper wasn't there and I told my mother that I was hungry. I should've figured from her expressions that something was wrong but she smiled and said okay. The whole kitchen area burned down in twenty minutes. I shudder thinking about that.