Five Days

Day Two

I hate being sick 🤧🤧😢
FICTION.
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Credits due to Pascal Campion Art for the header. Thank you Sir. 😊❤️

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I woke up to the smell of bacon in the air. I sniffed a few times and tried to figure out why the cook would fry bacon in my room. I opened my eyes and remembered
where I was and who I was with.

Maine. Cabin. Alone. Beach. Maine in a bikini. I rubbed my hands together in anticipation, I bounded out of bed suddenly feeling reinvigorated. I hurriedly took a shower, changed and let my nose lead the way to the kitchen.

I found her perched on a kitchen stool sipping a hot cup of coffee. Her hair was half up in a messy bun while the rest fell around her shoulders. She wore a camisole top, silk pajama shorts and thick white socks. She looked positively lovely.

"You're up early." I greeted.

"It's almost ten o'clock, that's not early."

"It is to me." I kissed her forehead and grabbed her coffee from her to drink. "I
smelled bacon."

She grinned, "I knew that'd wake you up." She kissed me, softly bit my lower lip in a lingering kind of kiss and easily stole her coffee back from my suddenly limp
hands. "Mine." She whispered.

I was left wanting to beg for some more. Whether it was the coffee or the kiss, I really couldn't quite decide. Although the latter perked me right up in all the right places.

"Sit down, I'll make you breakfast." Like a trained dog, I immediately obeyed. I stole a few more sips from her cup she had placed back on the table. This was definitely new to me, no woman had ever made me breakfast before, with the exception of my mother. Mostly because I made sure to leave their beds before they woke up in the morning. I was always the "love 'em n leave 'em" kind of guy.

"Here you go, enjoy."

I stared at the plate of sandwhich Maine placed in front of me. I poked at it. "What's this? Where's the bacon?"

"It's a ham and bacon sandwhich. I didn't know what you wanted in it so I just put mayo, american cheese, lettuce and tomatoes."

"It sounds so..." I searched for the right word, "...unhealthy...?" I was expecting the bacon of course, maybe some toast, or fruits, not a meatfest so early in the morning!

She rolled her eyes at me, "Unhealthy? Coming from a man who drinks like a pirate and owns seven McDonald's branches?"

I fidgeted. For someone so tiny she was pretty damn intimidating, especially with her hands on her hips. Any moment now I expected Maine to start waving her finger in front of my face.

"Fine I'm eating!" I bit, chewed, swallowed or at least tried to, "ssschee...chew...eat...chew...eating."

She made a sandwhich for herself and sat down across from me, at one point she actually picked up a napkin and wiped off some mayo running down my chin, I'd have done the same thing but she ate cleaner than I did. So much for that sweet moment.

"What do you have planned for today?"

I shrugged. "No clue. I thought fishing but it's too late. Do you want to go for a swim?"

I watched her debate whether to go or not, I prayed to God she'd agree to go, only because I had ulterior motives for wanting her out there in the water. My mouth practically foamed at the mental image of Maine in a bikini. Shapely legs, curvy body.. Maine in a bikini.. a glimpse of Heaven on Earth.