I have a crooked half-grin. “You have the power to undo me every time.” I’m not sure I should be admitting that aloud, but I need to make it clear to her that she has a hold on me. In our dynamic, as much as I could hold power over her, she gets to have some too.
Her heavy eyes snap open as her hands cradle my face, and she doesn’t say a word, only pulls me into a messy kiss, and we lie there, two completely spent bodies well aware that we are both unraveling into something more.
We haveridiculous smiles on our faces where we lie in bed after waking up a minute ago. The sun is out in full force on amorning that appears chilly. This bed? Quite the opposite. Body warmth does wonders, and Elodie has been in my arms most of the night as I spooned her from behind. Fucked her a few more times from that position as well. But now our sleepy somberness is disappearing, and she rests her chin against my bare chest as I lie back and she stares up.
“What happens now?” she mentions quietly with a shade of humor in her voice.
My eyes grow large. “Thinking of a post-sleeping-together exit strategy that doesn’t involve disappearing?”
She licks her lips and grins. “Nah.”
“Whip me up some frozen waffles?” I joke.
Quickly, she pinches me and straddles me with her on top, dragging the sheet with her to cover her breasts. “I’m making breakfast now?”
“You make it sound like we're domesticated. I call it refueling.”
She shakes her head, entertained. “We have a few hours before I need to pick up Lola.”
“Let’s do something with her this afternoon,” I suggest.
“Sounds like a good idea, just…”
I turn my facial expression into a stern warning because I have a feeling of where this is going.
“Let’s be mindful of what we say or do when it comes to us.”
There it is. I thought this would come up, even if it is logical.
“Don’t want her to get any ideas?” I’m prying because I need to know the long-term plan. Last night isn’t a one-off. I won’t let it be.
“I mean, I think I already saw her refer to Berry and Bagel as Mommy and Daddy before they kissed. We have to tread carefully. Not until we are…”
“Certain,”I supply, and she nods. “Well, you might want to hurry it up on the train. It’s moving.”
She appraises me for a second before she crawls off me to sit on the edge of her bed with her back to me, and I’m quick to judge that this is her way of hiding what’s inside her head.
Sitting up, I kiss her shoulder. “Just say it,” I tell her.
“You are so persistent and sure.”
“I’m also always right.” It's not cockiness, it's confidence.
Elodie looks down at her feet dangling near the floor. “Maybe that scares me… You weren’t even in my life six weeks ago.”
“Time doesn’t matter, so you better catch up, sweetheart.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Is that your way of twisting inside of me and softening my resolve? Calling me sweetheart with just a tad bit of a southern drawl in it? You know, sometimes names of endearment can really fuck with a woman. Congratulations, you unlocked that.”
I give her a self-assured grin. “As I say, I only succeed. Now let me show you what our mornings are like.” I begin to pull her arm to reel her back into bed.
She gives in, and I soon have her underneath me while I distribute my weight with my forearms, careful not to crush her. Our eyes are in a deadlock with an apparent intensity.
“You’re ahead of me, but I’m still trailing behind, not finding another path,” she whispers. “Tell me you and I won’t screw things up.”
“We won’t,” I promise.
She lifts her head to kiss me fervently.
