Hannah's Fate |COMPLETED| 18+

Chapter Eight

I took a deep breath in and felt the weight of an arm on my waist. I opened my left eye before slowly closing it.

Brian.

Then I opened both of my eyes.

Brian! I'm in bed with him!

I rolled onto my back, trying to get out of the bed to go to the bathroom and try to fix myself up before he woke up. But it was too late, he wrapped his arm around me tighter and pulled me into him.

His nose in my hair, "mm good morning." He said.

"Good morning," I said back, fighting the urge to hide.

"You want some coffee?" He asked.

I pretended not to notice the hard-on pressing into my ass. "Coffee is my lifeline," I said.

He laughed and kissed my head. Then he pulled his arm back and got out of the bed. I rolled over and stared at him, still shocked we were together in his room. The sunshine highlighted his silhouette behind him. The sun at the perfect angle of the window. His muscles, strong and sexy, had a glow to them that drew in my attention.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing. Just staring." I said and smiled up at him.

He leaned down and kissed me before pulling on a T-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts.

I got dressed and followed him downstairs where he started the coffeepot and pulled out the ingredients for French toast and bacon. Within thirty minutes, we were at the table eating.

"I didn't know you could cook like this," I told him after a bite of the French toast. The vanilla and cinnamon flavors intertwining in my mouth in the perfect unison. "It's so good."

He laughed, "thank you. I taught myself after I moved here. Figured I'd need to know how to feed myself."

I thought about the reason he had to move out here in the first place, and it broke my heart. I wanted to bring it up. To talk to him about everything, but I couldn't. At least not yet. Things were going well, and I didn't want to fuck it up by bringing up our old issues.

"Makes sense." I said.

There was a silence between us. But it was as if some unspoken bond was being formed and not at all an awkward one. I wanted to talk to Brian. I wanted to tell him how I felt. I wanted, no I needed him to know that I still loved him, but amid all this, my phone rang. I looked at the screen only to see that it was my mom. Of all the times she called my phone it would be when I was with Brian.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"It's my mom." I said, still staring at the screen on my phone.

"You can answer it you know." He said.

I didn't want to, but I had to be honest and tell her I wasn't going to not make it to the interview.

"Sorry." I said and answered the phone with a simple "Hey mom"

"Hello, darling. How is New York?" She asked, sounding bored.

I paused and blew out a breath. "I'm not there."

"You're not what?" Her tone instantly changed, and I pictured her glaring, her arms crossed.

"I'm not there. My car broke down on my way through Colorado and I won't get it back until tomorrow."

"Are you serious? I got you that interview. Do you know what I had to do? Do you know how stupid I will look?"

I rolled my eyes and placed my head on the palm of my left hand. "You're not going to look stupid."