Ties That Bind

Chapter 16. Feelings Felt

At sunup, the next day---Stevie's eyes would fly open as they usually would, about twenty minutes before seven.

Eyes roaming the ceiling of her bedroom, she kind of sighed a little as she rubbed her eyes---only to be bummed because she could feel remnants of mascara crumbling. As she turned, she could feel the comforter and sheets on her bare skin, almost tugging and that quickly reminded her that Lindsey was even in her bed. She looked over at him and she then made a beeline toward the bathroom to start getting cleaned up because she didn't want a repeat of the last time she woke up in his apartment. She gathered her things to at least make herself look presentable for when he did eventually wake up and she took, even, her purse into the bathroom with her, since she knew she had makeup in there and she had no idea where anything was at the moment.

The night before; it was passion filled, caring and even slightly erotic, but it really was an interesting thing after knowing him for such a short time and didn't make her want to push away either.

Her mind was blank; she was doing things as she normally would, but she was going a little slower because she had a headache coming on. She was used to having some sort of caffeine when she first woke up as well and the little bit of drinking from the night before, plus the little sleep had her on another route. On a normal day, she could go to sleep in the early morning and still, her eyes would pop open a quarter to seven because her body was used to getting up and functioning that early.

After her steaming shower, she wrapped herself in a bathrobe and opened the bathroom door to see the light peering into her dark bedroom gently. She glanced over at the bed to look at him sleeping cozily and she then closed the toilet, so she could have a seat and start doing something with her face.

Her complexion was nearly perfect and with the slightest bit of makeup, it looked like porcelain, but of course, she covered the imperfections she could see and she went ahead with doing her eye makeup---leaving her face mostly bare with just moisturizer. When she was done, she threw a fitted, though long black dress on since she would be lounging most of the day.

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Lindsey started to get up and he kind of arched a brow to himself as he rubbed his face. Looking around, he had to recall the night before and that came easy when remembered her darkend house and how she just pulled him into the bedroom with her, knocking things down since she was a little drunk, though conscious and aware of everything. He kind of smirked at the thought and let off a yawn as he tried to look out the window.

There were small cracks of light coming in, but her curtains were extremely dark that they kept light from coming in and he had to praise her for that aspect of her bedroom because he didn't have his headspace together yet.

He soon slipped out of bed and he went around, finding his clothes on the armchair next to her bed; the mess they left, totally cleaned up because he recalled clothes and shoes everywhere. Slipping his boxers and jeans on, he buckled them and he picked up the rest of his things, walking into the living room to meet her. And of course, when his eyes fell on her---he had to smile because he loved all that he was seeing of her; her gorgeous tresses, angelic features, the way her black dress clung at the right places and her bare---Barbie looking feet.

"Oh, morning," she smiled---taking her glasses off of her face since she was reading. She kind of pursed her lips when she did take in his quite toned upper body because seeing it in the light was different than when they went to bed in the dark room. "Sleep well?" she asked, not wanting to stare too long.

"Yeah, I did..." he trailed, trying to get his shirt on.

"Would you like some coffee or something?" she stood to sway around the kitchen since she was about to pour herself another cup.