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Sabrina
The light filtering in through the curtains seems much less intrusive today than yesterday. What a difference twenty-four hours can make. Yesterday I woke up feeling like death, today I feel like my life is just starting.
I reach across the bed, searching for Murphy but my hand brushes over cool sheets instead. I sit up, looking for him, but he’s not in the room. The bathroom door is open, leaving me to think he’s not in there either.
A knock at the door startles me out of my search.
Please, God. If you do exist, do not let my mother be on the other side of that door.
That thought is enough to take away the smile that many, many orgasms had me waking up with. I stand and pull on Murphy’s white dress shirt from the foot of the bed. Then I remember I have to hold it closed because I ripped off the buttons last night.
The image of Murphy’s reaction flashes through my mind.
Yeah, totally worth it. A big smile graces my face as I think of little pearl white buttons scattering across the floor.
So hot.
The person on the other side of the door impatiently knocks again. But thank the Lord, Murphy speaks loud enough for me to hear. “Open up, Princess. I’ve got coffee and muffins, but I left my key card in the room.”
I throw the door open and that smile from moments ago reappears. Murphy’s dressed in my favorite of all his worn-in jeans and a long sleeve black Henley. They fit him perfectly...stretching in all the right places. He always looks so comfortable in his own skin. It’s such a good look on this man.
Yum.
He places the cup carrier on the round table in the corner of the room and starts unpacking a bag that has delicious smells coming from it. “Aiden, how much food did you get? It’s just the two of us, right?”
Two muffins have been removed, one looks like chocolate chip, and if I had to guess, I’d say the other was blueberry. Next, two bacon, egg, and cheese bagel sandwiches are placed beside them. He goes in one more time and removes... “Is that pork roll, egg, and cheese?”
“Yup. It sure is. I’d already placed my order when I was told that pork roll, egg, and cheese was your favorite.” He leans in and kisses my head.
I don’t like the sound of this and know I’m not going to be happy about the answer. My arms cross over my chest before I think better of it. Then I realize, based on the direction Murphy’s eyes have just traveled, that I’m now flashing him everything from my boobs down because, thanks to me, this shirt has no buttons and is now showing a whole lot of skin.
Oh well, it was worth it.
Shoot. Focus. “Who told you that?”
Murph pulls his eyes back up to mine. “Your dad came down while I was waiting for our food. He asked me if we’d meet him for lunch later.”
Pretty sure my eyebrows meet my hairline, they raise so high. “What did you tell him?” I hear how bitchy the words leaving my mouth sound and can’t help it.
Murphy wraps me up in his arms, allowing me to lay my head on his shoulder. He runs his hand over my hair and down my back. He’s attempting to soothe me, but it’s not working. “I’m on your side, Sabrina. I told him I’d pass along the message. That’s it. This is your game, I’m following your lead.”
I snap, “It’s not a game, Aiden.”
“I didn’t mean it like that, Brina. Come on, don’t attack me. I speak in football terms. I just meant you call the plays, and I’ll follow your lead. I’ve got your back, babe.” He kisses my head.
Damnit. I look up at him. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be snappy with you.” I step back and pull out a chair at the small table. “I just wasn’t ready to think about them yet. I have no idea what my next move is. I’m having a hard time seeing the whole board, so it’s messing with me.” The frustration over the turn this morning just took is making me even more mad at my parents, but I try to reel it in. This isn’t his fault. “You speak football. I speak chess.”
“Oh, I can speak chess, too. Do I need to promote you to queen? I’d make a hell of a knight. I’ll protect my queen at all costs.”
“You’re a king, not a knight, Murph. Don’t ever let my parents make you feel like less. I’m not letting you go, got it?”
“Wasn’t ever even an option. I licked it, so it’s mine, Princess. You’re mine, and we’ll face this together. Think about everything every soccer coach you ever had told you. I’m betting it sounded a whole hell of a lot like, “We are stronger as a team.” There’s a reason they say it. It’s true.” Reaching down, he picks up a coffee and a bottle of orange juice, then holds them out for me to choose. I grab the coffee and pray the caffeine will help my brain kick in.
Taking a big sip, I sit and admire this gorgeous man. “I know you’re right, but can we face it together later? We’ve got two more hours in this room before we have to check out, and I can think of a few things I’d rather do than talk about my parents.”
“Oh, baby. Now we’re speaking the same language.” He leans down and pulls my chair back before pulling me back up. Those big hands move under my shirt and grip my bare ass, sending shivers down my spine. His lips meet mine before moving quickly down my throat.
Then his damn phone rings.
