The Loneliest Stars

Chapter 26

He didn't wake up with the birds for once. It was light outside, like the sun had been up for hours. The spot next to him was cold, Natalia never got up before him. Groggily, with his head pounding he found his phone on the bedside table, it was around 7 am. Some kind soul had left a bottle of water and some aspirin next to him. He gulped both down, grateful for his girl's foresight.

Gabe had forgotten what this calibre of hangover felt like. His stomach lurched with every movement, but he had to get up for work. He brushed his teeth and threw on some clothes, he was going to shower at his and then head for work.

His sense of smell led him downstairs, where the smell of freshly brewed coffee and fried food mingled together in the air.

"Do you know what cures a hangover?"

"— good morning."

"— a full English." Natalia turned around from her station at the stove. She was fully dressed up for the day and wore a silly apron to protect her outfit. "Good morning." She greeted him with a blinding smile that made his stomach lurch again but in a pleasant way. "Take a seat."

"I'm going to be late for practice," Gabe grumbled.

"You don't have practice till the third period, relax."

"How do you know that?"

"Why don't you mind your own business?"

Gabe pursed his lips, amused and took a seat at the kitchen table as instructed. It was sick, but the fact that she had looked his schedule up turned him on. He too, had a copy of hers on his phone. It was just the military operator in him.

Natalia came around to his side of the table and poured him a coffee as she presented a loaded plate full of fried food stuff. His arm instinctively went around her waist and squeezed her ass, hard as she straightened up, earning him a surprised yelp. He chuckled. She was always so surprised by his frequent attention to that part of her body.

The plate consisted of sausages, bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms, beans and onions with a side of buttered toast. His stomach was doing flip flops at the thought of eating a big meal. She took a seat opposite him with a cup of tea in her hands and a smile. "Dig in."

He took a bite since he didn't want to disappoint her, but his body remembered that he was hungry and a bite turned into several, and before he knew it he had finished the plate. The combination of the ingredients and the grease hit a very specific spot, and he couldn't deny that his stomach was settled and that he felt miles better.

"Maybe the redcoats were onto something," he begrudgingly admitted.

"Yeah, you owe me." She smiled impishly, her happiness bouncing off her. She was such a nurturer it was one of the things he loved about her.

"I'm happy to pay in whatever currency you want, Beautiful."

"There's one specific currency I'm accepting today." She gave him a coy smile beneath her eyelashes, her intent clear.

All the blood rushed into the nether region of his body. His favourite part of this relationship was the confidence, his blushing girl had gained to voice her needs. Seeing her get more assertive and self-assured was more potent than any blue pills pharmaceuticals could manufacture.

"Yeah? I think I got some time to settle my debt."

She came towards him, hips swaying to a natural rhythm that only she could hear and settled on his lap.

Gabe gave her a smile and then started to unbutton her blouse, resisting the urge to scatter the buttons everywhere with a strong tug, He laved wet kisses on the tops of her breasts under the lacy white bra she wore. It showcased her round teardrop breasts to perfection.