Finding Mr Right.

32

I wake up to the sweet smell of pancakes,god that smells good,I look next to me and no one was there guess winter was already awake.

I get out of bed making my way to the upstairs bathroom,i wash my face and spot my old bathroom kit still here,my toothbrush,lemongrass teeth whitening toothpaste,my facecloth and aftershave,was Craig really having this much hard time leting go?

I walk out of the bathroom,down the stairs to the kitchen,where Craig and Winter were talking.

"Morning guys"

"Hie..morning"Craig says looking up at me.

"Uuh,where's your shirt?"

"Uuh,its in the room"

Winter's eyes never left her coffee she is obviously avoiding me.

"I didnt know you kept my stuff?"
I say sitting down at the counter.

"I did,including the clothes you left behind,they are in the wadrobe,in up in your room."

He says flipping more pancakes.

"....And,we now got a mancave,down in the basement"

I grin,"that's cool"
I say looking at Winter,stretching my hand to hers.

"Hey...morning"I whisper

"Hie"
she says still looking at her coffee that i had to take  the coffee away from her.

"Hey!give that back!"

I shake my head no as she stood from her chair looking up at me.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"Am not"she shrugs with an eyeroll.

"Chiqqa??"
I say threatening to pour her coffee into the sink.

"Oh holy Fuck!i forgot i was drying out clothes in the dryer,"
he says running to the basement leaving us alone.

She sighs,"am not avoiding you Russ"

I walk around the counter to where she was.

"Well,i think you are avoiding me and my insticts are never wrong"

"Am not avoiding you,ok?"

"Ok love,i get it,"I hand her the mug and walk away.

I hit the showers and walk into the room,scanning through my clothes then deciding on putting on the gray sweats and a shirt,i just didnt know which one.

I slip into my sweats then continue in debating on the shirts.I notice a tunk top and slip it on immediately before i changed my mind.

The door opens and Winter walks in,reaching for her purse.I watch her text and she looks up at me.

"Am sorry about last night if that's what you are mad about."
I say sitting down on the bed and she looks up at me with questioning eyes.

"Am not mad,"

"You are not??"

"Ofcourse not...the liquor put as both in a bad position,and mostly awkward,but its fine."

I look up at her trying to figure out wether she was just blaming the liquor for the fuck if it,or not.I nod at her and as she walks out on me.She really should cover those thick little thighs she has been showing off since yesterday.

After having breakfast,i watch netflix,there was not much to do here,it suddenly got chilly and Winter walks up to me with a branket.

"You mind??"