The Date Planner

1.15. Woke Up

When I say, woke up? It was kind of in a distraught and oh-my-God-where-am-I state.

I had no recollection of how I got in the strange bedroom but before I could think anymore, Clinton entered the room. Thick-clad in... casuals?

And man, did he look even more sexier in those.

"Oh, you're awake. Well, good morning", he leans forward to kiss my forehead, lingering the kiss a second longer before drawing back and beaming at me.

A little thrown off by everything, I try to speak something but just end up opening and closing my mouth several times.

Clinton on the other hand, the true gentleman he is, goes ahead and draws me some water from the night stand beside me.

He watches me with amusement sparkling in his eyes as I drink it up.

Finally setting it down, I try to gather my thoughts before speaking up.

"We did not-", I start.

"No", he says even before I finish.

I look at him in question.

"Believe me, if we would've then I would've remembered everything", he takes my hand before pressing a gentle kiss on it.

I look at him curiously now.

"Is this what Clinton Valsera's girlfriend means to be?", I ask him cocking my head to the side.

"This", he emphasizes on the word by cupping hand in his and squeezing it before, "and alot more", he winks at that.

I can't help the blush and smile that graces my lips.

"flatterer", I roll my eyes playfully.

He chuckles at it before pulling me up with him.

"Come on, go freshen up. There's something waiting for you in the dining room, made by yours truly", he bows at the end, indicating to himself, smugly.

And I waste no time in rushing towards the washroom.

***

I clean up immediately and head out of the room only to enter the big expanse of the place we were living in.

My eyes try to take in the huge place as I think out loud.

"What place is this?", I wonder out in amazement.

"It's my place. Yup, welcome to my humble abode", Clinton speaks while munching on his pancakes.

He's leaning against the counter of his kitchen with two plates of pancakes in front him.

"Well, that's weird because I don't remember coming here last night", I frown as I approach him.

"Yeah, you slept in the car while we were on our way back from the beach. I thought better to bring you here than rummage through your bag and find your keys", he shrugs, nonchalantly.

"Really?", I look at him sceptically.

He nods, chewing on his pancakes.

I narrow my eyes at him mockingly only to take a bite into those pancakes and moan from the delicious taste.

"Okay, that's it. This is pure torture now", he wipes his mouth with his table cloth and throws it at the table.

Bracing his hands on the counter he leans forward towards me, only to look deep into my eyes and I stop mid bite to stare at him, having had no clue what's this about now.