Just as I Begin to Fade

Twenty Eight. In Love

The next morning would arrive; Stevie and Lindsey would have had a sleepover of their own, but he would wake up before her.

Getting out of her bed, he was only wearing a pair of jeans and he was shirtless, so put his long sleeved thermal sweater back on and he picked up his socks and shoes, taking them to the living room so he could put them on and leave her in peace.

When he did get to the living room, he noticed the sun shining in on the place with a golden like hue and it was beautiful, but then he came to notice her piano.

He didn't know how he didn't see it the night before because it was a giant black Yamaha, just off to the corner, the diagonal from where they sat the night before.

He pressed on one of the keys lightly, a high pitched key, but then he averted his gaze to out the window as he had a lot of thinking to do.

Pretty soon there was a set of arms wrapping around his middle and he could feel her sort of bury her hear head between his shoulder blades.

"I didn't wake you, did I?" he wondered, kind of turning to give her a proper greeting.

"No," she moved his arm to around her neck and she got closer to his front, facing him a little bit more. "You weren't planning on running out on me this morning, were you?"

"No, but I can't stay long... I shouldn't."

All she was wearing was a short, silk robe that seemed to be loose around her chest area and he knew that she had nothing else on, but she was covered.

She placed her hand to the side of his face and she brought it down to her level, giving him a passion filled kiss, but then she pulled away. "Good morning..." she smiled, disregarding his comment.

"Morning," he repeated, but he smiled a little on the weaker side when he looked at her.

"I'm gonna make some coffee."

"Okay..." he nodded gently.

She fell from his grasp and she walked back through the living room to get to the kitchen. She began setting up the coffee maker as she normally did and she pulled her Folder's container from the cabinet. "Are you hungry?" she rose her voice.

"Um... Kind of," he walked through to get to her. "I don't want to bother you with that. I can eat once I get home."

"Nonsense, it's simple for me. What do you like?"

"Do you have eggs? Something simple is fine. I shouldn't stay too long---I don't think it would be exactly good if Gwen caught us like this."

She nodded. "Okay, what do you like in your omelet?" she wondered, clipping her hair up and washing her hands before attacking the easy task.

He kind of smirked as he watched her only because there was just something about her that was suddenly tugging in his heart; he wasn't sure if it was the fact that he knew nearly everything about her, the fact that she stood half naked in front of him or if it was the drawn sensation she felt toward him. But something was there and he could feel it deeply.

"It doesn't even need to be that grand, a fried egg or something easier," he chuckled.

"Let me tell you something... friend..." she paused and smirked. "I don't do this a lot, cater to men that I hang out with so I would take advantage of this..."

"By all means, but I am not asking."

"I like you, Lindsey, a lot... It's important that you know that. That makes you different than any other man I have ever been with. Since Andre, that is..." she paused. "Probably not the best for me to mention this, but I think I'm in love with you. Therefore, I want to cater to you and do things for you."