Not Now

Part 22

Lindsey's POV

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With my eyes barely open, I reach for my phone to check the time. It's just past 9 am, but it feels like I've just gone to bed. Stevie and I stayed up late, like really late and it was amazing. Sudden fear grips me though. Stevie... It's completely quiet and I wonder if I turn around, will I find her in bed still?

Slowly, I roll onto my back and smile, seeing that Stevie's asleep, her naked back facing me. When I asked her to come over last night, I didn't expect us to end up in bed. Not that I'm complaining of course, but I'm afraid we didn't make the wisest choices. I'm trying to break out of the bubble I've created for myself, before she gets to burst it. I don't want her to start freaking out, but knowing Stevie, she probably will. The thing is, I don't know, how am I supposed to calm her down, when she does, because I've got no clue, what last night meant for us if it meant anything.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I reach out to touch her. I run my fingertips down her spine and she stirs. Scooting over closer to Stevie, I wrap my arm around her and kiss her bare shoulder. She nestles in my embrace, laying her hand over mine. My eyelids feel heavy again and I could easily drift off, but Stevie inhales sharply and I know she's awake.

"What time is it?" She asks.

"Past 9." I reply, pushing her hair away from her neck and nuzzle the spot with my lips, making her giggle. 

"It's way too early." Stevie says through a yawn. "Did you get any sleep?"

"Not nearly enough. No regrets though." I put the topic of regret out there, wondering if she's going to react to it somehow.

"I'm not complaining either." She turns around and I finally get to kiss her pretty face. "Good thing it's Saturday."

"Got any plans?" I ask, not necessarily hinting at anything.

"Well, going home for starters." 

This should be her home, but I keep that to myself. I don't want her to leave, but I'm also not going to push Stevie. "I'll take you back, when you're ready."

"Okay." She nods, yawning again.

"I think, you need some coffee."

"That would be wonderful." Stevie agrees and turns on her back, when I get out of bed, stretching. I stop to look at her. "What?"

"Nothing." I say, shaking my head as I walk out of the bedroom.

This is what I want. I want Stevie back and I'll do my best to get her back. However, she's not been very good with commitment, when we were together, I doubt it will be any easier now that we're actually broken up. But the fact she's here with me right now, has to count for something, right? Instead of bringing up reconciliation so soon, I think, I better give her some time and space. I'll do what I can to be around her, but this will come down to Stevie, whether I like it or not. If I pull her in too fast, too strong, she's just gonna run away.

"Here."

"Thank you." Stevie smiles, sitting up against the headboard as she takes her coffee mug from my hand. "Aren't you going to join me?" She asks, when I don't get back to bed.

"Uh, I thought, I'd make us something to eat. That would be a first, huh?" I joke and she chuckles, nodding her head.

"Well, show me what you are capable of, Mr. Chef." She smirks, bringing the coffee up to her lips.

Yup, I've got to get her back.