Love Triangle

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Cook spent the night at my house. We woke up cuddled together. We laughed. On any other previous day it would have been awkward and sort-of-like-a-not-again-moment.

"Good morning," I said.

"Good morning love," he said, his voice groggy.

I raised my eyebrow. "Are we back to that?"

"I have to be enchanting; I just woke up and I have bad breath."

I hadn't noticed the level of comfort Cook brought to me as I had already fallen asleep twice besides him before, although I usually had more clothes on. And now I was feeling a little more self-conscious, pulling on the covers.

"What are we going to do?" Cook whispered to me, his arm snagging around my bare waist, pulling me closer.

"You're going to cook me breakfast?" I suggested.

He chuckled. "That's all you want me for. A personal cook."

"Maybe," I said teasingly.

"Fine. Do you guys have eggs?"

"Yes chef."

He pinched me then gave me a peck on the lips before getting up.

He had his boxers on but his chest was bare. It wasn't as prominent as Kent's but his arms and hands were where all the definition found themselves. A sculptor would rejoice at sculpting them. The details of veins and the muscles as they flexed and worked. His strong hands that touched and molded ingredients. He put on his shirt and jeans and I laid there watching greedily.

"Like what you see?" he said catching my gaze.

I hid under the covers as he laughed and headed up the stairs.

I tied my hair up and put back my sweater and tights from yesterday. Suddenly everything that has happened came over me beyond the morning bliss. I would deal with it all at a later time.

For now I was starving. We woke early because we slept early. Completely missing dinner. We were both exhausted for separate reasons, I had hardly slept the night prior to yesterday, troubled by Kent and Katy's relationship.

Cook and I ate our egg sandwiches, stealing glances at each other. We weren't touching or kissing but I still felt it like an invisible pull. Last night had been amazing simply because I had attached no great expectations to it. I knew I was ready to do it and that I trusted and wanted to do it with him. He took his time. He was patient, careful, and listened. A lot of it was kissing, caressing, and talking about irrelevant things. It felt like building a separate world for two where problems and worries couldn't enter it.