Conflicted

Chapter 45

Ada Johnson's P. O. V

"This is a great sight to wake up to," a husky voice murmurs into the crook of my neck, soft giggles escaping me as Gregory's steel like grip tightens across my stomach as he further snuggles into me. Barely aware of my nudity, I turn carefully in his hold while trying to tug the comforter up to hide my chest.

I'm greeted with an earth shattering smile as the man smiles down at me, blue eyes crinkled at the sides while he bends down just a bit to place a soft kiss to the crown of my head. My own eyes closing in response to the tender action. "It really is isn't it?" I ask rhetorically, enjoying the warmth that seeps in between us from the skin to skin contact.

My sleepy smile turns into a dazed frown as my leg reaches out to entangle with his only to find it clothed. That's weird. Gregory wasn't wearing any clothes when we went to sleep. Was he? I mean, it would have been quite difficult to do the many things he did last night fully clothed.

Sitting up a bit, I run one hand through my hair while the other rubs gingerly at my bleary eyes, trying to get as much sleep out of them as possible. "Why are you wearing pants?" I mumble sleepily which earns me a hearty laugh from the man besides me, his chest rubbing up against my arm which causes goosebumps to erupt onto its surface.

"Well as much as I love walking around free and naked, oil splattering onto my, um, delicate area really hurts and sometimes causes blisters. Trust me. It stings like a bitch." His words catch me off guard as I let out a snort of laughter, glancing to him in both confusion and amusement wondering where the hell did oil come from.

Just as I'm about to ask him what he means by oil, a tantalising smell greets me that results in my stomach growling like a hungry beast that hasn't been fed in years. Peeking over the man, my eyebrows shoot up while my eyes go wide at the sight of a food tray piled high with various dishes, each one looking as good as the next albeit cramped from the assortments placed. Glancing from the food stocked tray and down to Greg, my wide brows settle down till only one is cocked in the air as a form of question to which he smirks, bringing his hand up and smoothing the brow with his thumb.

"I got up half an hour ago and made you breakfast. Doesn't every Queen deserve a good breakfast in bed? Besides it was my way of saying thanks and it'll be happening again." He says with ease and a one shouldered shrug.

Propping myself up on the pillows behind me, I smile an easy going smile as he grabs the tray from the bedside table and brings it to a rest in my lap, pushing the joint legs down to balance the tray evenly on the bed and avoid spillage. "What will be happening again?" I question, feeling warm and tingly on the inside since I focused more on the part of him calling me Queen than anything else.

What can I say?

I legitimately feel like I'm floating on cloud nine.

How could I not? The man I've had a crush on not only likes me back but actually loves me and then of course, one thing lead to another which ended up in us getting freaky between the sheets.

Okay I really am losing my mind since I just said 'freaky between the sheets' and it's as if it's only now settling within me that Greg is my boyfriend. I really do process everything super slow don't I?

"You know? Sex? Do I have to spell it out for you? S. E. X. When a males genitalia also known as a dic-,". Blushing brightly at his words, I grab the fork laden with fresh fruits and shove it into his open mouth, not really wanting to hear the rest of his explanation even though we just danced the dirty tango. Multiple time's.

"That was meant for you." Greg mumbles through mouthfuls of his food but being careful as he speaks awkwardly to not showcase the food in his mouth. I push away the disgruntled tone and instead take a bite of fruit he's cut up with my own shrug.