Deal With It

thirty

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Chapter 30

Arissa's POV

When I awoke Tyler was nowhere to be seen.

A smile crossed my face as I noticed my t-shirt, jeans and bra neatly arranged at the edge of the bed, having been picked up from the ground after last nights events. I left the room and scampered down the stairs, still feeling a little sore, and followed the aroma of freshly prepared breakfast. My feet led me to the kitchen where I saw Tyler briskly moving around the kitchen, opening and closing drawers, setting up a tray of food. My eyes landed on the food and I almost jumped at it. Almost.

"Mm, please say that's for me," I greedily eyed the tray.

"Arissa!" Tyler only just noticed me and jumped slightly. He stared at my bare legs for a few moments until I cleared my throat. "I was going to bring the food to you," he smiled, stalking towards me. His lips landed on my cheek and he pulled me closer by my waist.

"I didn't know you'd actually cook for me," I was shocked. "Hell, I didn't even know you could cook."

"I kinda had to learn for Heidi and myself," he began. "And this is only a one off babe, don't get used to it."

"If it tastes as good as it looks and smells, you'll be making me breakfast everyday," I announced. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"As long as I get to taste you every single day," he smirked, making me blush. I ignored his comment and walked over to the tray full of food, taking in the delicious smell as I picked it up. "Deal?" He followed me, clearly enjoying me feeling uncomfortable. Before I even managed to move a muscle, he snatched the tray from my hands and placed it on the countertop behind him, shoving me against the other one and closing in on me.

"I am not making anymore deals with you," I jabbed his chest. "The last time I did, I ended up with Tyler tattooed on my back!" I had actually grown to love it.

"You mean this..." his voice trailed off as he flipped me around and raised my shirt (well, his), tracing his cool fingertips over his name on my back. Despite knowing he had seen every inch of my body, I felt awkward stood here in my underwear only. "You know, it's actually such a turn on... especially last night," his voice was low and raspy as he nuzzled his chin into my neck. "I can just imagine bending you over this—"

"Shush!" I commanded, covering my ears. "Keep your sexual fantasies to yourself, mister." I shuffled back around, suddenly surprised by how close his face was to mine.

"This fantasy will become a reality sooner than you think," he winked at me. His hand was still under the shirt and he began to make soothing motions, rubbing my back gently. "How are you feeling after yesterday, baby?" He sweetly asked, genuinely concerned.

"A little sore," I stuck out my bottom lip and he brushed his thumb across it.

"Sorry about that," he chuckled and brought his lips down on mine.

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"Do we have to leave?" I pouted at him, devouring the last of my cinnamony waffles covered in berries and a hint of lemon zest. I took a sip of my coffee and sighed.

Returning would mean facing reality, facing life. I didn't want that. I wanted to stay here with Tyler, just me and him. No bad guys, no interruptions.

He clutched my hand and gave me an understanding look. "I would love more than anything to stay here with you, believe me. I just can't leave Heidi with that man and his foul family," the anger in his voice on mentioning his father was always so clear. "Plus, your family already hates me... they'd probably come and kill me if I kept you here," he joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. Although Drew probably would kill him.