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I quickly throw on a pair of sweats and a shirt and inspect the kitchen to find the ingredients for pancakes.
As I cook, I allow my mind to wander, waiting to see if the morning after regret will kick in, but instead, I just can’t stop smiling because I wanted this. Yeah, there's a risk at something going wrong or people not liking it, but now that I’ve had my taste of her, I’m never giving it up and everyone else can just go to hell if there is a problem.
I’m plating up breakfast, when I feel someone’s eyes on me.
I turn and see a wild-looking Mia, dressed in my shirt with her hair messy from last night’s sex, which only makes me want to mess it up more.
Raking my eyes up and down, I lick my lips, suddenly hungry for something other than pancakes. Her lips tilt up in a knowing smile as she struts in. “What are you smiling at?”
“You,” I tell her as she leans over, swiping a pancake from the plate, pulling it apart in her hands and popping pieces into her mouth, smiling around the food.
“So what do you wanna do today?” I ask, and she raises her brows, hinting, and I chuckle. “Well, we can do heaps of that.”
She laughs and my heart skips at the sound, wishing I heard it more. But there's something that I need to say, to make sure we're on the same page. Before I can ask though, she says the same thing, “What are we?” She stares at me, vulnerability and caution in her eyes. “Are we just fucking, or are we together? Would you consider me your girlfriend?” I raise my brows at hearing her say the word, but before I can answer, she interrupts with a panicked ramble. “I know I sound like such a girl right now, but I don’t want to jump into this if-”
I cut her off, holding my fingers over her plump lips as I explain, “What did I say to you last night? What did you say to me?”
She answers when I pull my fingers away. “I’m yours.”
I shrug. “And I’m yours. I don’t know what the future has for us, but I know I’m not looking to call it quits. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me, Blondie.”
She raises a brow. “Blondie?” She points a finger into my chest. “You best not piss me off by calling me that.”
Hearing the playful lilt to her voice, I grin. “Or what?”
“I might just go for a swim without you.”
I cock my head. “And?”
Her smile turns devilish as she spins on her heel and sashays towards the doorway, reaching down and pulling my shirt over her head and dropping it to the floor until all I see is her ass as she walks away from me. I am suddenly all too enthusiastic about swimming as I run after her, breakfast forgotten.
CHAPTER 44
MIA
Ihaven’t been able to keep the smile off my face all day. Riley and I went out skinny dipping in the morning, fucked in the shower, then had some lunch before he bent me over the counter.
I have never known a guy with a stamina like Riley, or his recharge time.
Eventually, we decided it was time to come up for air and food, so after another shower, Riley had whipped up a delicious carbonara pasta with bits of chicken throughout. My mouth watered and I was all too aware of how hungry I was when he handed me the dish, eager to sit at the large dining table and shove a big mouthful in my face.
My mouth is full with bits of fettuccini hanging out of my mouth as Riley comes around to sit beside me, laughing at me as he lowers himself down on the chair. “Enjoying it?”
I nod and mouth around my food, shameless and hungry.
I always did like to shove more food in my mouth that I could actually fit, much to my mother's dismay, but I have a feeling that Riley won’t mind later.
I smile to myself, thinking of what I’d like to do with him next on this vacation. It’s been like if I had a sex checklist, he's helping me tick them off.
But I put that away for later because if I don’t eat soon, I’ll probably drop. So we ate, devouring our food as fast as we could, finishing quickly.
Obviously, we were both hungry as fuck.
Riley collected the dishes and proceeded to carry them into the kitchen. It isn’t until I hear the water running that I realise he was doing dishes, leaving me alone with my thoughts and burning questions.
What would happen after this vacation? Would Riley want to keep this a secret? What about his parents? Would he introduce me to them? I know it’s a lot, but I can’t stop my brain from flaring up my anxiety. Instead of sitting in there stewing in it, I rise from my chair and follow the sound of the running water.
I find Riley at the sink, washing the dishes, almost done as I come around to perch myself on the counter, dangling my legs off the ground.
