Heart to Heart

Chapter 7

Theo POV

When I wake the following morning, Shai is wrapped around me, her head on my chest, her arm around my waist, and her leg between mine. She's so beautiful. Will I ever get tired of looking at her?

Her hair is messy, covering her face. Gently, I stroke her hair. She stirs, and her sleepy eyes meet mine. "Good morning, Theo," she murmurs and smiles.

"Good morning, baby. How are you feeling?" I return her smile and keep stroking her short hair.

She nuzzles my chest. God, she's so cute! "Sore. Tired,"

"Well, that's normal I guess." I know she's tired, but I really want to introduce her to my family. I've never been this esthatic before. Maybe because she's amazingly different. "So..."

She lift her head up, and looks at my eyes with that beautiful hazel eyes. "What?"

"You ready to see my family?"

She looks away from my gaze. I understand that she's very nervous, but I'm very confident that they will like her. I mean, what's not to like?

I lift her chin so I can gaze those sleepy eyes again, "they will love you, I know they will. Don't be nervous."

She gives me a beautiful grin that I wish I could put on frames. She then raised herself on her elbows, and bring her hand to my face. "You are amazingly sweet sometimes."

I grab her hand, and leave little kisses on her nuckles. "For you, anything." What a beautiful sight for an early morning. "Can I kiss you?"

She then move herself toward my face, and gently kisses me. I put my hands on her waist, pulling her more againts me, and I kissed her back. Our lips move in unison. This is what I love, what I need. Somehow, our kiss becomes deeper than ever. It's very arousing, but I need to get my grip and control myself. I can't push her to do something that she might not ready. So I just clutch her waist, making sure that this kiss will stay longer.

After minutes of pleasure, she pull her face from mine and just gaze my eyes with hers. She's so beautiful, I will never get tired of saying that. Her lips are swollen from the kiss, and we both are panting like we just did a full on marathon. I can't help but smile, and kiss her lip again briefly. "Thank you." I told her.

She returns my smile, and kiss both of my cheeks. "You're welcome."

"Wanna make breakfast? I'm sure my mom has already filled the fridge with something."

"Okay."

I take her her hand, and help her stand up to her feet. Still holding her hands, I walk her to the kitchen downstairs.

"You sit down, I'll make breakfast." She ordered and smirk.

I nod, and perch on a stool. I lean my body to the island and watch her every move. The sight of her cooking, in my kitchen, is just amazingly right. I need to make her mine. I need her to say yes. I want her, every part of her. I have never want something so bad in my life. She's the first who can give me this feelings. I need to think smart and make her mine.

"Here," she put down a plate filled with omelletes. It smells good. Jeez, is there anything that she can't do?

She walk to sit in a stool beside me, and I circle my arm on her waist. I pull her towards me, and kiss her cheeks for seconds, "thank you, baby."

She blush, and both of us pick up our own forks and start eating our breakfast.

I glance to the clock on the wall, and it's already five to ten. She looks at me and asks, "So... your family..."