Sentinel Darling

Chapter VII

I woke up alone and flushed.

What did you expect? To be awoken by that divinity of your dreams?

Yes, I certainly did.

I woke up in my yesterday's attire. The fragrance in my room lingered stronger than ever. I threw my sheets off my legs and shuffled my feet into my slippers. The bed creaked and groaned as I lazily got up. Throwing my arms in the air, I stretched nearly loosing my balance.

Dragging my feet out my room and into the kitchen. I rubbed my eyes and yawned to just get some of my morning tea in my system.

I realized I smelt my tea before I even walked into the kitchen. As I pealed my eyes open, I found a large bare muscled back facing me. My first instinct was to make way to my bat but I had no time.

The strangers morning voice croaked throughout the kitchen.

"Good morning, Cordelia."

"C-Connor?" I shivered aftermath of him greeting me with my full name, one I'd grown to dislike.

"Yours truly." He turned around with a cup of tea in his hand and a pearled teeth smile across his face.

"I-why? What are you-Oh thank you." I stumbled over my words. He handed me the tea cup and retrieved back to the stove.

"Please, sit." He commanded me. Instead I shifted my weight on one foot to peek at what he was doing. My confusion evaporated as I started to hear sizzling and the smell of bacon.

"What is all this?" Involuntarily, I took a sip of my tea and pleasurably mewled over the taste. Had it just the way I liked it. Hot, strong and ginger.

"Good?" He turned around and blindly cut onions into the pan.

"Great, thanks. But why all this?"

"You're hungry, correct me if I'm wrong." The small protest in my abdomen satisfied his question.

"Sit." His demand was a little more rushed with his husked voice. I gawked at the back of his head and watch as he continued to chop, rinse and repeat.

"Are you okay?" His question threw me off as I shamelessly prolonged my glare.

"Yes."

Just mesmerized, is all.

My feet took small steps along the tiled floor as the smell of the bacon greatly increased. He finalizes his last cut with the onions then rinses them and scatters it along the pan.

The oil in the pan begins to pop every which way and I felt it jump off the pan and land on my forearm.

"Ouch!" I hiss, sitting my tea cup on the counter and putting pressure to the sting.

Connor drops the knife into the sink.

Cling cling

He inspects my arm and questions me,"You okay?"

"I'm fine. Nothing serious." He continues to lightly grip my arm with his warm touch. I scrutinize him and watch as his eyebrows furrow in the middle and his eyes run along my arm.

"I said I'm fine, don't worry about it." Our eyes locked and my stomach swirled.

The furrow between his dark eyebrows disappeared along with my sensibility.

His greedy eyes traced every contour line on my face. My hand dropped to my side and he moved along with it. Connor was closer and even more stunning.

His right hand came across my face and his fingers drew back my orange hair behind my ear.

All the background sounds faded and everything important was heard. The sizzling and popping drowned but the breathing and thumping of my heart were distinct.