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Chapter Thirty-One
Mia
I woke up the next morning feeling like I was lying beneath the sun. On top of me lay a large, hotter-than-hell mass. I shifted, and in my peripheral vision, I saw his brown hair. I smirked, remembering our evening last night.
“Hmm,” he moaned beside me, and it reminded me of the way he sounded when his cock was in my mouth.
“Good morning,” I replied, a smile playing on my lips. It certainly was a good morning—waking up naked with Terry, something I hadn’t done in years.
“What’s in your kitchen, baby girl?” I swear, my smile grew wider with his words.
“Huh?” I asked, twisting my body so I could try to see his face.
I turned and my hips brushed against the hardness he was sporting. I giggled at the dirty thoughts the feeling conjured in my head.
“Food. Do you have some?” He had now extracted his body from mine, and I groaned at the loss of his warmth and closeness. “What’s the matter, you still want to sleep?”
He totally misinterpreted my groan, I thought to myself. “No, I wasn’t ready for you to roll off me yet.”
“You cold?” He grabbed the covers from the bottom of my bed and covered me with them.
“Something like that.” I turned toward him and saw the content smile he was wearing. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” Terry smirked at me. “You okay?”
“I am. How about you?”
“Oh, I’m just fine. So, do you have any food in that fridge of yours?”
“Yeah, I do.” I was mesmerized, studying his naked chest, my eyes roaming down to his abs. I couldn’t believe he was thinking of food. I was thinking of him and continuing what we started last night.
“I’m going to make you some food.”
Terry left the bed, and I felt the loss of his warmth immediately. After throwing on his boxers and an undershirt, he headed out to make me breakfast. Sighing, I lay there on my back, thinking over the last twelve hours while he clamored around in my kitchen. I thought back on the way he took me in my bed. He drove into me with such force, I thought he was going to bond me to the mattress.
I giggled at the thought.
Tired of being alone, I put on a long T-shirt and joined him in the kitchen. The sight of Terry caused me to stop in my tracks. His back was to me, his muscles flexing as he stirred something that was cooking on what used to be our stove. I leaned against the wall and watched him. I wished I could see his face. I remembered the way he would pull his bottom lip in between his teeth when he was concentrating, and I was sure he was concentrating now. When Terry had cooked for us in the past, his dishes were never simple.
A lump formed in my throat as I thought of all the times he had done this before. I wished it had never stopped. Yes, I was that girl who wished the only boy she had ever loved had never left her. But that wasn’t what happened. He had left and now we were back together in this weird relationship, non-relationship limbo.
“Mia,” he said.
I shook my head and focused on the sight before me. Terry had turned around and was holding a spatula in his hands, his eyes watching me.
“Are you okay, darlin’?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Good morning.” I was sure my words were convincing.
Click.The only sound in the room was Terry switching off the burner, pushing the food away from it, and coming toward me.
His eyes were appraising me as he made his way over, and I felt my body flush with warmth. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
His movements were like a tiger: cunning and graceful.
“Yeah,” I said again, sounding anything but all right.
“I don’t know about that. You don’t seem to be okay. Is there something troubling you?” His eyebrow cocked up. I swallowed audibly. God, he was hot. Even standing there in a tight T-shirt and boxers, he looked just as good as he had in his tux. “I think someone missed me, and they were tired of being left alone in the bed all by themselves. Is that why you came out here?”
