As if he can feel the weight of my eyes on him, Flint opens his own. He appears to be completely alert.
How is that possible? Is the man superhuman? Just fully asleep to fully awake in a finger snap, no time or caffeine required? Can he teach me his ways? Oh.Duh. He’s not human. Clearly, I still need my coffee.
Flint quickly focuses on me and he smiles. “Good morning.”
I swallow dryly. “Good morning. Are you ok? You looked really uncomfortable sleeping there.”
His smile seems to deepen. “I’m a warrior. I can sleep anywhere.”
Calida moves on my chest and I glance down, meeting her silver eyes.
‘He can sleep standing up. It’s really weird.’
“Right. Of course.”
She yawns and snuggles her head back in between my breasts. “Calida, do you mind moving to the mattress, please? I really need to get up.”
She makes a little growly sound in her chest.
‘But I want to snuggle! I’ve waited forever to snuggle!’
Forever? “I like snuggling with you too, but Ireallyhave to pee.”
‘Oh.’she says. She tucks her little wings in and rolls off my chest, onto the bed beside me.
I shuffle to the kitchen to start the coffee, then run to the bathroom and close myself inside. After getting my business done, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Oh, fuckme.
My hair looks like one of Calida’s snacks was tunneling through it all night. My winged eyeliner is smeared under my eyes. My face is puffy, likely from the alcohol, and I’m pale as hell.
I look like Hell. Oh my Gods, Flint just saw me looking like this. Great. Fantastic. Love that for me.
I scrub my hands over my face, further fucking up what’s left of my makeup, and turn the water on in the tiny sink, hunting for my hairbrush. I struggle to brush out my rainbow hued curls, which proves to be a somewhat painful endeavor. Once I’ve managed to tame this mane into some semblance of order, I pin it back, work on removing my makeup, and brushing my teeth. I debate whether putting on more makeup is worth it, but the throbbing in my head makes me decide against it. As a matter of fact, even having my hair pinned back is making it worse. I let it down, fluff it up a tiny bit, and grab the ibuprofen on the way out.
While I’m getting my coffee, Flint heads into the bathroom himself.
Ahhhh. Amazing, life giving coffee. I can have faith in the world again.
After the first couple of sips, I grab a cold bottle of waterfrom the fridge. Might as well start hydrating and beating the hangover now. I realize that Calida is no longer in my bed. I also realize, belatedly, that I really should change my clothes and likely shower, but the idea of showering with Flint here is a little weird, especially after last night.
Kiss or not, the man is practically a stranger.
“Where’s Calida?” I ask, as Flint comes back out.
“Oh, after you decided to relieve yourself, she decided that sounded like a grand idea. I opened the window for her. I hope that’s alright.”
“Of course. That’s fine. Should… will… well, will she find her own breakfast then?”
He laughs and ugh, he’s got one of those laughs I could listen to on repeat forever. “Yes, I’m sure she will.”
He sniffs the air, almost like a wolf. “What is that?”
“Oh, it’s coffee. Do you want some? There’s always plenty — I have a slight addiction.”
“I think I’d like to try some.”
I skirt around him for another mug and pour him a cup. I’m not sure he knows, so I do warn him that it’s hot. He takes a sip before I can bother to offer him any sugar — even though I never use any. It just adds an extra step between me and fulfillment.
