The Unbelievable (Book Two)

Chapter 6

I woke up on the couch in the same position I was in telling my story to Harry but with my head fallen on the arm rest awkwardly. I blinked my eyes a couple times and looked for him in the room. He wasn't at the other end of the couch any longer, so I got up and walked to his room where the door was open. He was still sleeping and I smiled when I heard his soft breathing escaping his pooched lips.

I went back to the kitchen and opened his refrigerator and saw more beer than there was food. He had a couple of condiments in the door, a gallon of milk that surprisingly wasn't expired, and in the inside of the fridge there were three cases of beer and a few left overs from a Chinese place. Behind the left overs, I noticed some eggs so I pulled them out and the milk to make some scrambled eggs for me and him.

When they were done, I poured a glass of milk for him and took it into the bedroom and sat it on his bedside table, which also had more beer bottles than necessary. I went back into the kitchen and brought our plates into his room. I sat mine down at the edge of his bed and sashayed back to him with his plate still in my hand. My free hand tapped his shoulder and then shook it trying to wake him up.

"Harry, I made you breakfast," his eyelids fluttered open and he blinked a couple of times staring at me.

He grumbled something and then he yawned and stretched his arms out. "You did?"

"Here." He sat up and I handed him his plate with a fork.

"Mmm thank you," he accepted it and I showed him to his drink on the bedside table. He thanked me again as I went to eat mine on the edge of his bed. I sat criss crossed and we ate quietly until he offered to clean for me.

He stood out of bed and my eyes darted to his torso covered in small and large tattoos. My eyes were fixed on them and I stood trying to look at them closer. He must have noticed my stare and chuckled at it. I was brought out of my trance from the embarrassment and shame of checking him out and looked into his eyes that were shaped with amusement. I heard him drop the plates into the sink after a few seconds of him leaving and then he came back in the bedroom without a smile on his face.

My stomach turned and I swallowed as he walked closer to me. "Do you want to see them?" The room shifted from morning bliss to hot tension.

I nodded my head nervously. He stopped in front of me and grabbed my hand lifting it to his abdomen where a moth-like tattoo covered his ribs. The tips of my fingers ran across the ink and I heard him sigh above me. His skin was warm and soft at my touch. I ran up his chest and to his collar bones where two sparrows mirrored each other. I studied them and walked closer to get a better look. They were so intricately beautiful in addition to the moth on his stomach.

I looked up at him and I felt my eye lashes tickle my own skin just under my eyebrows. He leaned forward and I leaned in too. He was leaning in for a kiss but I was leaning into his chest to lay my head. I wrapped my arms around his body and closed my eyes. His heart had the same thump, thump I remembered and his whisper still sent shivers down my spine, "I didn't know I missed your company this much."

"Will you take me to dinner tonight?" I asked as he wrapped his arms around me and held his hand in my hair so my body wouldn't escape his warmth. He nuzzled his head into my hair and I felt his heart beat a little faster which made me grin with joy.

He stepped back and let me out of his enclosed hug, looking down at me and smirking. "I would love to take you to dinner."

I blinked a couple times and then asked him if he could take me home. He gave me a plastic bag to put my wet clothes in and then we walked down the hallway of his complex and got in the elevator. We both weren't really talkative or overly shy either. It was just a comfortable quiet that was incredibly welcoming.