I yawn and roll over, and I find that Reese isn’t in bed with me. Early morning sunlight streams through the window on the other side of the room, informing me that it might be time for me to get up.
Then again, what do I have planned for the day? Nothing much. I wouldn’t mind staying in this bed a while longer yet. I don’t know where Reese is, but it doesn’t matter. I can close my eyes and smell him in his pillow.
After a little while, the smell of bacon alerts me to someone else’s presence, and I hear Reese’s voice say, “You up? If you’re still sleeping, that’s fine. I just thought I’d bring you breakfast.”
I’m slow in sitting up and yawning, and for some silly reason I make sure to keep the sheets piled around my upper body so I don’t flash him as I sit. A stupid thing, since he saw every inch of me last night.
Reese is carrying a wooden tray with a plate of bacon and eggs on it, along with a glass of orange juice. He wearsnothing but sweats, and the sweats hang low on his hips. As he approaches the bed with a sloppy smile on his face, I can’t help but let my gaze travel along him.
He’s fine.
No, he’s more than fine. That body of his can do some wondrous things. His stomach has the faintest shadow of sculpted abs—he’s nowhere near as muscular as Logan, but based on how he moves, how lean he is, I can tell he still takes care of his body. I learned first-hand of his stamina last night.
He brings the tray to me, setting it on my lap, and he sits on the edge of the bed, never taking his eyes off me. I ask him, “Did you make yourself any?”
“My plate’s downstairs. It can wait.”
Only a madman would be okay with cold eggs, but I don’t say that. The only thing I do is grab the fork and start eating. After being up so late last night, or in reality, so early this morning, I’m starving. Somehow, every single part of me is sore. My legs, my arms, all of it.
Talk about a marathon of sex. I honestly wasn’t expecting it to go like that at all, but I can’t complain. This is the perfect way to follow up last night.
Reese must sense where my thoughts are, because he asks, “How are you feeling this morning?” His brown hair, as short as it is, is damp, telling me he showered. He must have been up for a little while. How, I don’t know. He must not need much sleep to function. Those beautiful blue eyes of his are awake and totally alert, zeroed in on me.
“Sore,” I say, telling the truth. No point in hiding it now. I think Reese and I are beyond that, after everything we did together last night.
He chuckles softly, and the sound is like music to my ears. “I bet. I hope I didn’t… overwhelm you last night. I’m aware I can sometimes be too much.”
Too much? Even with how sore I am, I would never say it was too much. “No. Last night was—” Gosh, how do I say this without sounding like I’ve either lost my mind or I’m a girl in love? “—amazing.”
He grins at me, those dimples on full display. When he grins like that, he really does look like the boy next door. “Good. I know it might be too early to talk about it, but I would love to take you out again sometime.” He waits a moment before saying, “Or have a full night in with you. We can do whatever you’re up for.”
That actually does sound fantastic, but I have a mouthful of bacon, so I can only smile at him and nod. I would like to see him again, go out with him again… have some more crazy sex with him again. Not going to lie, last night was probably a highlight of my entire life. It was easy to get out of my own head, and that’s not something I can say about every situation I find myself in.
“I’m glad it wasn’t too much,” he says, watching me as I eat. “Sometimes… sometimes I can be a little much, especially when it comes to that sort of thing.”
I swallow hard. It’s difficult for me to say it out loud, but I force myself to: “You mean the blindfold thing?”
“Yeah. The blindfold was dipping a toe into what I like to do. I didn’t know if you’d be into it. Some people just aren’t.”
With a shrug, I say, “I mean, I’ve never done anything like that before, but I can’t complain. I thought it was kind of hot.” Oh, dear. The moment I say that, my cheeks flush something furious. Who am I? I don’t say those things out loud.
Then again, I don’t hook up with people either, and look at me now.
The smile Reese wears after I say that is one that’s unlike any other I’ve seen on his face. It’s wider, deeper, the kind of smile that looks more pleased than anything else. “So you’d be okay with trying other things?”
“What other things do you have in mind?”
All he does is keep grinning and say, “Guess you’ll find out.” His tone is flirty, and it makes my heart do something funny in my chest. Still, I can’t help but wonder what else he means. If the blindfold was only a baby step into his kinks, what else is there?
I know there’s a whole world of things I’m not aware of. Tons of kinks. Bondage. Roleplay. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Lots of others I can’t even think of. Never thought I’d be one to partake in any of them, but sitting there with Reese, who am I to say no? If I’m with him, I’m open to try anything.
“Go get your food,” I tell him. “We can eat together.” My food is already half-gone, but still, I know he said his food is downstairs, and I honestly need a distraction after our most recent topic of conversation.
Seriously, what other kinks does this guy have? My mind is awash with possibilities.
“As you wish.” He gets up and disappears, but only for a minute or so. He returns with his own plate and a cup of coffee, and together we sit in his bed and eat.
It’s all so normal. Like it isn’t the morning after our first date. Like we’ve done this all the time and we’ll do it again. In the grand scheme of things, isn’t it good to feel like this? To have everything feel so normal even though it’s technically not? I might not be used to this kind of thing, but being with Reese makes it easy.
