Then Came You

The Days After

The sunlight shone through the crannies of her curtain, a ray hit her eyes. She opened them, felt an arm wrapped her back as she slept on her stomach. Eyeing down, just realized that she didn't wear anything under the blanket. Her eyes rounded as her brain processing this, then she turned her head. There he was. A majestic being. Slept peacefully beside her, one of his toned arms wrapping her back. Even though he's warm, she felt a burning sensation where their skin touched, and shivers in her spine. She closed her eyes remembering the night before, vividly. How they united themselves, their love and passion on one night full of lusts and desires. How she felt so loved by the way he treated her, passionate, yet so benevolent.

That instant all of her blood rushed to her head, spreading to her face, ears, and nape, she parched. She rolled slowly on her side facing him. He was... Divine. Even much more beautiful than Michaelangelo's David, or the bust of Antinuos that she saw in Florence when she was still studying in Madrid. She didn't know who sculpted the man in front of him, but he was perfect.

She caressed his cheek, barely touching because she didn't want to wake him up. Traced his chiseled jaw, all the way to his neck stopped on the tip of his shoulder. Sometimes she wondered, what was the thing she did in her past life to be granted this kind of blessing? Being loved by someone this beautiful inside and outside, be in a position that thousands if not millions of women out there would kill for.

She glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside table over his shoulder, 07.14 AM. She didn't have any intention to get out of bed, yet, so her only option was to snuggled in his scented broad chest, breathing in the air around him which she then chose. As he subconsciously embraced her, she drowsed away.

The commotion her dogs made outside her door woke her up. She eyed the clock. Snap! It's 08.19 AM. She kissed him delicately and moving very slowly escaping his cuddle. When she straightened up, she was horrified seeing her room as a witness of their steamy night. The aftermath was unimaginable. Their clothes scattered everywhere. This particular view made her flushed in red again.

She tiptoed around the room, garnered everything, from her panties, bra, his shirt, jeans and so on. Became redden as she picked a thing up. Wearing just his shirt, she disposed the trash, crumbled her dress, bra and panties then threw them into the washer and tossed his belongings into the laundry basket.

Her fur children already awake and running around the apartment, she shushed them up telling them not to make a noise for her man slumbered in her bedroom might be awoken. She headed to the kitchen, took out boxes of banchan her mom left her from the fridge, because it was New Year and her family went on their vacation, in order for her having a decent New Year's meal and placed them on the kitchen island to raise the temperatures to room temperature. Thank heaven her mom did this because she was overslept and didn't have time to make breakfast. Who wouldn't if you have a pillow like the one on her bed?

After she took fresh hot shower, she wore her t-shirt and short pants, wrapped her hair with a towel, she would let it air dried because, again, she didn't want the sound of her hair dryer disturbed him. She put a set of pajamas on the foot of her bed, then arranged his fresh shirt, black sweat pants, and boxer on the bathroom vanity.

As she almost finished warmed up the dishes and plating them, she heard her bedroom door opened. What she saw went out of that room, made her lungs stopped working. He didn't wear the pajama's top, just the pants, flaunted his majestic bare broad chest and beautifully carved chocolate abs, the one she wowed the night before. When he smiled at her with his pillow face and messy hair, she thought the Grim Reaper could take her life that second.