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Myeyesopenand I take in my surroundings. Fuck, I’m in Colby’s bedroom. The weight of his arm presses against my stomach around me, and his head nuzzles into my neck. His body heat has me sweating so badly that I feel trapped. Slowly, I move his arm, and he remains asleep as I climb out of bed.
Last night was so good. I hadn’t planned on staying after, especially when he made it clear he couldn’t have anything serious. But then he cuddled me after we finished, and his lips and arms caressed my body until I drifted off to sleep. He's sending major mixed signals, and I don’t even care, as long as it means he is giving me something.
After I get dressed, I head for the bathroom, then the kitchen in search of food. Colby’s fridge and pantry are empty, and I am starving, so I grab my purse from the counter and head out to the grocery store.
I return with the ingredients and Colby is still sleeping. Not wanting to wake him, I start cooking, hoping the inviting aromas will bring him to life. If it doesn’t, when I’m done, I’ll just leave.
I also grabbed some coffee, fresh bagels, bacon, and eggs for sandwiches. I fry the bacon and scramble the eggs. There’s no toaster oven, and only one skillet, so when I'm finished frying, I clean off the skillet to toast our bagels.
I spot Colby out of the corner of my eye as I make the sandwiches and put them on paper towels. Jesus, no plates. This guy is living with the bare minimum.
“Hey,” I say.
He rubs his eyes and grumbles. He’s wearing only his boxer briefs, and my eyes rake over his body. I swallow hard. My face feels warm as I remember how I felt under him. Soft, pliable like clay. He could have done anything to me last night, and I’d have complied. Colby has long arms, muscular legs, and a thick bulge between his legs. He’s hard, and I lick my lips. Does his come taste salty or sweet? I blush, and turn back to the sandwiches.
I hand him one and bite into mine. “Okay, you had nothing in your fridge, and I was starving, so I ran down to the market and got some food for breakfast. You only have one frying pan, but I made do.”
“Uhm... hi?” He rubs his eyes again, and seems confused.
My heart sinks. He doesn’t want me here, making breakfast for him. Yet, I’m still riding from a delusional high from our amazing sex last night.
“Sorry, I know this is weird. We barely know each other and I’m making breakfast. I swear I’m not a crazy stalker person. I was just starving.” I glance at the door. “I can leave. I’ll go.”
Colby shakes his head and laughs at my nervous rambling. As he rounds the corner of the island, he stands in front of me and grabs my waist. He turns me so I’m facing him, and we land against the opposite counter.
I gasp when his hands cup my ass, lifting me onto the counter. He spreads my thighs open and slips between them. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer.
“I stink. I haven’t showered," I say.
His lips press against my chest. My arms wrap around his neck and his slide up the black, low cut shirt, cupping my breasts. He squeezes them hard and runs his tongue up my neck, sending a jolt right to my pussy.
His nose presses against my throat, and he inhales. “You smell great.” His teeth sink into the fabric of my shirt, grazing against me. He takes a nipple in his mouth and I let out a low hiss of pain, mixed with pleasure. I grasp his messy blonde hair and tug at it, pushing my hips into his.
He is such a damn tease. “I take back the stalker thing. If you fuck me on this counter, you’re never getting rid of me.”
He unbuttons my jeans. “Is that a threat? I don’t do well with threats, Andi.”
“It’s a promise.”
Colby chuckles in my ear and yanks down my jeans. This man will break my heart. I can already sense it. My traitorous body melts against him while I reach for his cock, squeezing him through his pants and I love how he groans for me.
“I don’t have any more condoms.” His hands run up my bare thighs, and he pushes away from the counter. “Let’s eat.”
I clear my throat as he steps back, allowing me to hop onto the floor. I’m only in a shirt and underwear, my jeans forgotten on the floor. Colby adjusts his hard on, leans over the counter, and grabs his sandwich, then heads for the couch. I'm taken aback by his hot and cold actions.
I should never have warned him I would fall for him if we had sex in the kitchen. I was mostly joking… I think. Now he’s denied me and my heart pounds in my chest, feeling a hundred times heavier at the rejection. Something akin to regret knots in my stomach. Why do I even care? It’s not like I want anything serious, either. Me and my big mouth. I never should have said anything.
We eat in silence, and the tension fills the room. I’m so embarrassed, I want to leave, but for whatever reason, I stay.
“That was delicious.” He wipes his face clean of crumbs, then takes me by surprise when he presses his lips to my forehead. It’s only a second, and then he cleans up breakfast. What the fuck? He’s giving mixed signals, again. Trying to figure out Colby is more stressful than studying for finals.
“Oh, I forgot, I need to take you to your bike,” I say.
He nods and clears his throat. “I can walk over, if you don’t feel like taking me.”
“That’s like an hour’s walk. I’ll drop you off on my way to class. It’s not a big deal.”
“Thanks.” One simple word is all I get.
