Decoding You *Watty Awards 2012*

Chapter 31

When I wake up my head is on his pillow, his arm resting above my head, with the other stroking my face, our legs are tangled together, and the warmth of his body is radiating off of him.

I open my eyes to see him gazing at me, "Good morning."
"Good morning," I murmur.
He bites his lip and his eyes seem to search my face, "Are you okay?"
I nod and sigh deeply, "Yes."

He sighs and places a kiss on my forhead, "We have the house to ourselves. Preston is at your cabin with Harper and Trace is gone."
I sigh and snuggle into his chest, "Good."

He chuckles and kisses the top of my head, "What would you like for breakfast?"
I shrug, "I don't know."
He brushes a strand of hair out of my face and tucks it behind my hear before kissing my cheek, "What about some eggs? I think you need a healthy breakfast after last night."
I grin, "I think you're right. I'm exhausted."

He chuckles and cups my face with one hand, "How about a quick shower and then some breakfast?"
I nod, "Yes please."
He brushes his nose against my jaw, "Go get in and I'll make some coffee and bring you up a cup."

I pout, "You're not showering with me?"
He sighs and meets my eyes, "I'll get in when I come up, but there's no way I'm playing with you. You're going to be sore enough."
I sigh, "You're probably right."
He smirks, "I am right. Now go on and get in. I'll bring you towels."

I watch him get up and pull his boxers on before looking at me and shaking his head with a smirk and walking out of the room. Sighing I roll over and climb out of bed making my way to the master bathroom. When I step into the warm shower I sigh.

My body was aching in a comfortably satisfied way. As I wash my hair I think about the stories my dad use to tell me. How Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. Last night I had needed a thousand words for love, but all that came to mind was the way he moved against me as we made love and slept, and there are no words for that feeling.

When Ryder steps in he wraps an arm around my waist before grabbing the wash cloth and soaking it and pouring body wash onto it. He lathers it up and washes my satisfyingly dirty skin. When he's done washing me I wash him.

After I step out he washes his hair and by the time we're both done getting ready Preston is back, with Harper in tow.

I'm sitting down watching Ryder cook eggs when they come down the stairs.

"So you guys completely disappeared last night," Preston remarks.
I shrug, "So?"
He shrugs and looks at me, "Just curious that's all. I mean you guys left the party kind of early."
"Several hours early," Harper interjects.

Ryder shrugs, "We wanted some time alone."
Preston nods slowly and looks at me, "Huh. Alone time."
I shoot him a glare, "Alone time. I think we have a right to that don't you?"
He nods, "Yeah I guess so."

Harper shrugs and Preston says, "So are you guys going to the taste of boardwalk thing this afternoon?"
Ryder and I both shrug and I say, "I guess I am. Why?"
He shrugs, "Just wondering."

I nod and watch Ryder who has a trouble frown on his face as he flips the eggs.

"So what did you two do last night that requires such a big breakfast?" Preston teases.
I just roll my eyes at him, "Stop being a jackass."

He just smiles and shakes his head, "You're like an open book Rory."
I scowl at him as he walks out the door and glances back at me knowingly.

Was I really that easy to read?

I was walking down the boardwalk hand in hand with Ryder when my phone rings.

"It's my dad," I frown answering it, "Hello?"
Hi sweetheart, I just checked the weather and the storm will be there by tonight. So it's either leave now or leave tomorrow morning.
"Oh okay. I guess we'll wait until tomorrow morning."
Alright. I'll talk to you later. I love you.
"Love you too dad."