Love Drunk

Chapter 9

Shale

I wake up to the feel of someone's arm tightening around my waist, pulling me into a warm hard...and a very bare...chest. I turn and find myself staring into the sleeping face of Cole my...boyfriend.

I smile to myself as I take in his features. He looks so calm and carefree in his sleep, like he has nothing at all to worry about in the world, and maybe he doesn't.

I look over at his bed side table and look at the clock. 9:05! Shit! Olivia would be worried sick, not to mention I have work...wait, it's Saturday! Oh thank god! I'm losing my mind.

I slowly start to climb out of bed, but Cole's arm pulls me back down against his chest.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asks in a husky voice, making my toes curl.

"Um...home?"

"Why?" he groans, turning me around to face him, causing me to chuckle.

"Because it's where I live," I roll my eyes, kissing his cheek. "And Olivia will freak out."

"Yeah, she probably will, and then she'll kill me, but I don't want you to leave," he whines like a child. 'At least stay for breakfast?"

"You cook?"

"Yeah, I told you I run a restaurant," he says, raising an eyebrow.

"Well I didn't think you actually cooked. I thought you just ran the restaurant," I defend with a smile.

"Well, let me prove to you just how good I am at cooking...just give me twenty more minutes," he says, closing his eyes.

I roll my eyes but smile to myself as I lay back down on his chest. We lay there in silence for the next couple of minutes, fully content in spending time cuddling together.

Finally, he lets out a sigh, before slowly sitting up, bringing me up with him. I realize that my chest is bare and on full display, causing me to shriek and cover myself up with my arms. Cole laughs at my horror and leans in to peck my lips before getting up off the couch and casually walking into his closet with everything on display.

My face flushes remembering the events of last night and I look down at my lap. After a moment I realize that Cole is in his closet, giving me a chance to get dressed.

I hop up and am about to grab my romper when Cole steps out, causing an embarrassed squeak to escape my lips. He smirks at me before lightly tossing me a shirt. I sheepishly pull it over my head, letting out a sigh when I notice that it comes down to mid-thigh. At least it covered me.

I pull on my underwear under my shirt and follow Cole out of his bedroom and into the kitchen of the hotel suit. He's already at the stove, cooking what smells like bacon, causing me to smile as I come over and hop onto a island stool, watching him cook in low slung sweatpants, his bare back on full display.

I notice red scratch marks on his back and my face turns bright red, I can feel it heat up, as I remember everything last night. It seems I was more confident last night if it went that far.

"Thinking of me?" Cole asks, snapping me out of my daze as I look up at his smirking face.

I scoff, rolling my eyes, but don't say anything. I don't want to lie. His smirk turns into a proud smile and he turns back around to continue cooking. There's something about a man that can cook that makes everything better. I can't cook ,so I need someone who can, and watching Cole work his magic in the kitchen...yeah, he definitely fits the bill.

After another ten minutes or so, our food is ready and set in front of me. Cole smiles at me proudly as he eats across from me, standing up and leaning against the island.