(10:05 am)
I softly groan as I slowly get brought from my dreams and back to reality. I flutter my eyelashes and then realize that I'm in Rick's arms, my cheek to his shirtless chest.
Rick's chest slowly rises then falls over and over again. I feel my bare skin touching him by my belly area. I shut my eyes immediately. What did we do?
I softly sigh before hearing a gentle chuckle, slightly startling me.
"Look who finally woke up..." Rick says with noticeable sarcasm "How'd you sleep? Are you feeling better about last night?" I shut my eyes again, trying to remember what happened.
"Oh, shit." I say, remembering everything. The club... Bobby... Being raped... Rick... Him caring so much for me... I open my eyes again, locking eyes with Rick "Y-yeah... I slept great... And yes, im feeling so much better... Thanks to you..."
Rick kisses my forehead, holding me tighter. I gently shove myself against him before planting a kiss on his chest.
"Glad I could help..." Rick and I lay there for about another half an hour before Rick clears his throat, catching my attention.
I lift my head up, looking Rick in his eyes and hum in response.
"So, could we go eat something...? I'm starving and I didn't wanna wake you earlier when I woke up..." I push myself upwards, so that we'd be face to face.
"You're so kind sometimes, you know that?" Rick's grip on me grows a little stronger as he gently pushes his lips to mine. I run a hand through his hair before pulling away.
Rick's eyes are slightly narrowed, but he smiles at me. He inhales deeply before letting go of me, sitting up straight. He stretches his arms before gets out of bed.
"Great view, huh?" I joke with Rick, giggling slightly. Rick turns his torso, to face me, and chuckles, shaking his head "What? It is." Rick faces his whole body towards me.
"Yet I'd rat(burp)her stare at you all day." Rick smirks while saying that, walking backwards. I smile, sitting up straight as Rick leaves.
I pick up my phone and check all my messages. Nothing much. Peter, Phoenix, Griffin, coworkers, Craig and then I read a message from Chica.
"hey 🙂 bobby and i spoke and he's sorry about what he did to u
👉👈he says that the blue hair dude locked him in something and he found a phone or something. idk and idc. so how r u? u good? plz answer me when u read this. im worried 😔❤️"
I smile at her message. It's nice knowing people care about you even with your history.
"HI, Chichi. Yeah, I'm good and thanks for caring. Yeah, Rick locked him up and said he'll deal with him later. No need to worry, I'm good. Rick's still here and I don't know why, but I feel safer with him, y'know?" I lie to her.
I know why I feel safe with Rick. He's got my back and I've got his. I drop my phone on my bed and get out of bed. I walk into my clean bathroom and run the shower.
I drop my clothes onto the floor and hop in.
Time skip
(10:46 am)
After changing into jeans and a white tank top, I slowly stumble downstairs. I walk into the kitchen and take out four eggs, butter and bread. I plop a slice into the toaster.
"Bloop." I drop another "Bloop." I take out a pan, turning on the stove. I place the pan on top of the stove top. I take a butter knife and cut a piece of butter, dropping it onto the pan.
