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“This is just a start, Marr. We will certainly make lots of such memories.”
She walks back to me and perches softly beside me. “Will you tell me more about you? You don’t have to share anything you’re not comfortable with.” She quickly adds that last part.
“Sure, but you too will have to spill some beans.” I grab her hand and love the pink that rises on her cheeks. Since I have her approval, I can’t stop touching her any way that I can.
“I’ve been very forthcoming, Mr. Teager. I showed you my room, my accessories box.” Her voice drops as she realizes that maybe the latter wasn’t the best idea.
“Marr, I’m a sucker for you and everything about you. The box just triggered some not-so-good memories. But that’s nothing. I can bear a million crappy memories to learn a happy memory of yours.” I push away a wild strand of hair from her forehead and watch as her eyes turn misty.
“Wow, Zander. That… might be the nicest thing… someone’s ever said to me,” she whispers before placing an innocent peck on my cheek. My skin burns where her soft lips make contact.
We get into the bed, and Marr rests her head over my outstretched arm as she listens to silly stories of Zach and Zane.
I’m still talking when her eyes close and she drifts to sleep.
I admire the most innocent and beautiful girl in the world and thank all the heavenly stars for landing her in my arms. I place a tender goodnight kiss on her perfect heart-shaped lips. When that’s not enough, I taste her full lips with a swipe of my tongue. She stirs in her sleep, and I quickly pull back.
My eyes open, and I’m puzzled with the new surroundings before the memories of last night flood in. The place next to me is empty and cold. Of course Marr is an early riser.
My lips curl into a smile at knowing another of her quirks. Getting up, I stretch my arms above my head, working the kinks out of my muscles. A queen-sized bed isn’t the best for me, that’s a given.
My gaze lands on the string lights still turned on, and I zoom in on the recent additions to Marr’s collection. Our pic from last night, with my beautiful girl on my lap. Next to it is another picture of me, lost in sleep with disheveled hair under Marr’s pink comforter. A sense of happiness fills my heart upon seeing it. Am I smiling in my sleep? A rarity for sure.
While walking toward the attached bathroom, I notice Logan in his fishbowl on her computer table. I knock the glass gently with my finger. “You be good, Logan. Don’t bother my girl too much.”
After using her bathroom, I tiptoe in the kitchen. The smell of cooked eggs fills the small space as Marr prepares breakfast with complete focus. Quietly, I stand behind her and place my hands around her waist.
Unexpectedly, she shrieks upon my touch.
The glass bowl filled with beaten eggs slips from her hands and lands on the floor with a crashing sound.
“Fuck, Marr. It’s me.” I turn her in my arms to find her panicked face, her eyes shut, and hands tightly clasped over her chest. “Marr. Open your eyes. Please.” My hands rest gingerly on her shoulders.
I die a thousand deaths watching tears run down her cheeks. Her face is white with fear and anxiety. “I-I am… so sorry.” Her voice trembles in sync with her entire body.
“No, baby. I am sorry.” I remove the burning pan from the heat, turn the stove off, and lead her to the barstool. After fetching a glass of water and placing it between her trembling hands, I gently rub her back. Minutes later, her breathing returns to normal. “I am so sorry, Marr.”
“Don’t say that.” Tears roll down her cheeks. “Now you see… what it’s like to be with me. I can’t… even be surprised without… freaking out.” Her insecurities rear their ugly head.
I squeeze her shoulder. “It can happen to anyone, couch girl. You were lost in your thoughts, and I startled you.” My words have no effect on her as tears continue to flow. I know I can’t erase all her insecurities in one day. I’ll just have to be patient. Cradling her face, I make her look at me instead of her feet. “It’s all good. We still have enough breakfast.” I point to two plates topped with food.
“I was making you another plate. I thought”—she gives me a weak smile—“maybe you eat more… as you are so… big.”
“You haven’t seen big. Not yet.” I playfully wiggle my eyebrows at her. When she blushes, I take that as a green signal and add, “But that’s gonna change tonight.”
“What do you mean?” she squeaks, trying to mask her amusement and failing badly. The previous incident is forgotten for a second.
“We’re going out after breakfast, and you’re spending the night with me. Not like last night, where after I give you a mind blowing orgasm, you sleep on me.”
“Zander! I did not sleep on you.” She puts her arms around my neck, her tear-stained cheeks scarlet with memories of last night.
“Yes, you did.” I kiss her lips and wink at her. “Now, feed your hungry boyfriend some breakfast.”
She looks at the mess on the floor indecisively.
“Why don’t you set the table. We’ll clean up later.”
After devouring the breakfast of a Spanish omelet, a bowl of mixed berries, and a cup of coffee, I tell Marr to take a shower and get ready while I clean the kitchen.
