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Nina is sleeping soundly next to me, chest rising and falling steadily. I lay there for a little while, just looking at her, remembering what happened last night.
She looked so fucking sexy as she was riding me. And damn if it wasn’t the best sex of my life. Everything just seemed to . . . work. No awkwardness, no nothing. Just pleasure and passion and intimacy.
Do I want to get this attached this quickly? It’s how I got burned before, with Rosa.
But no, that’s not the same. Nina isn’t the same.
Still, I need to be careful. She’s fragile after her messy break-up. And other circumstances mean that this—us—isn’t going to be easy.
But fuck, I want to give it a try. Give us a try.
She wakes up slowly, yawning and wiping sleep from her eyes. She smiles as she sees me.
“Good morning,” she mumbles. “What time is it?”
“Early,” I say with a smile. “There’s something about this place that wakes you up early. Must be the mountain air or something.”
She grins. “Maybe for you it’s the mountain air. For me, it’s that I’ve got to pee.”
She scurries off to the bathroom, shyly attempting to cover her nakedness.
I roll out of bed and put on some clothes, the smell of coffee pulling me toward the kitchen. Mom’s cooking bacon and eggs, and Dad’s reading a newspaper.
“Morning,” I say.
My dad peers at me over the top of the paper. “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept great,” I answer with a yawn, pouring myself a mug of strong, steaming black coffee. I sit at the table and sip it, the caffeine immediately perking me up.
“Good coffee,” I murmur my appreciation. “It always tastes better when you make it, Mom.”
She laughs. “You probably need it to warm you up. The two of you spent so long outside last night you probably caught cold.”
She throws me a meaningful glance, and I cough, almost spitting my coffee everywhere. I decide to just not respond—my parents love to playfully tease me, but holy shit, it can get awkward. Thank God Nina isn’t here yet.
“Showing Nina the constellations, were you, son?” Dad asks with a grin. “The sky is great this time of year.”
I frown at him.
“Or maybe they decided to do a spot of late-night fishing,” Mom says with a wicked grin. “Did you get lucky, Brock?”
“Would the two of you please give it a rest?” I look from one to the other, incredulous. “Honestly. You’re old, freaking fogies now. You’re not supposed to . . .”
“Supposed to what?” my dad says, acting like he’s offended. “Ask about fishing? I don’t see what’s wrong with that. Do you Barb?”
She arches her eyebrows. “Not at all, Art.”
I throw up my hands, and they laugh at my discomfort.
Luckily, before they can sling any more zingers at me, Nina emerges from the bedroom. Her hair is all mussed up and she’s wearing sweatpants and a crumpled old t-shirt, but to me she looks like the most beautiful woman in the world in that moment.
I shoot a warning glance to my parents that says ‘no more comments about last night,’ and get a wink in response from my mom, which I hope means that she’ll lay off. I don’t want them to scare poor Nina away.
“Good morning, everyone,” she yawns. “Is that coffee I smell? And eggs and bacon?”
“Take a seat, hon,” Mom says. “Brock, get your fiancée some coffee, would you?”
I pour her a cup. Nina smiles at me as she sips at it, closing her eyes and letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction.
Mom serves up breakfast, and we all sit around, chatting and laughing, and I take a moment to sit back and relish the moment.
I wish I could start my days like this, with Nina and my family by my side. Good food, good company, and a beautiful girl. What more could a man ask for?
Nina catches me looking at her and blushes.
Damn, every time she does that, I want her even more. It’s like a Pavlovian trigger or something.
We finish up breakfast, and I decide to take Nina for a walk around the lake before we have to head back to the city.
The air is crisp, the birds are singing, and the breeze is blowing in off the lake. As we walk between the pines, I tell her stories from when I was kid.
Here’s where my brother and I made a rope swing. Here’s where we tried to build a treehouse. Here’s where we found a snake.
Nina marvels at every little thing, and I get the impression that she doesn’t spend much time outside of the city.
“Not really,” she tells me. “We never had a lake house or anything growing up, and neither of my parents were really outdoorsy sort of people. And then, after . . . well, Dean and I never had the money or the time.”
