Page 18 of Rekindled Love


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WHEN I WOKE UP, ANDattempted to get out of bed, my thighs felt like I had done squats for an hour straight. I had no idea riding would make me this sore. Good thing I didn’t have to work today. I couldn’t imagine walking in heels with this pain. Maybe this was a sign I needed to start going to the gym.

Ow, ow, ow. Getting up to brew coffee, I heard a rap at my door. The stove showed 9:30 am. Who would be here so early? The only two people who knew where I lived were Sebastian and Abigail. I opened the door to find him on my doorstep. I was standing practically half-dressed, in a t-shirt and my boyshort underwear with no makeup on, and my hair was all over the place. In his hands was a box of donuts and two coffees.

“Uh, delivery for Camilla Cade.” He said, his eyes working his way up my exposed legs, thighs, and then to my eyes. “Are you gonna invite me in or should I set these down for you?”

I gestured for him to come in, and he made his way to the kitchen table.

“I’ll be right back.” I said, rushing to my room to find some jeans and a shirt to put on. While doing so, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Holy hell, my hair fell from my bun in messy waves. I took the hairband out and let it fall to the small of my back, then lined my eyes. My mind still couldn’t wrap around the fact he brought me breakfast.

“Are you okay?” He yelled from the kitchen.

“I’m fine. Just getting dressed. Be right out.” I replied, slipping on my jeans.

“What are your plans today?” He asked.

“Maybe a dull day, movies and snacks. I’ve got a couple of movies I want to watch.”

When I walked back out to him, he was taking off his jacket and heading for the living room. “What movie are you thinking of?”

I sat down on the couch next to him, and he made a funny face at me.

“Why did you put makeup on?”

“Err. To look presentable. I wasn’t expecting company. So I...”

“It’s your day off, why don’t you go take your makeup off? Get into some pajamas and throw your hair up. You deserve to be comfortable. You don’t need to wear makeup around me. You're beautiful without it.”

I admired him more and more every time he opened his mouth. I did exactly as he asked. I went into the bathroom, took my makeup off, threw my hair up and changed into some shorts and a t-shirt. This is how I liked to spend my Sundays.

I popped in a movie and started to relax. Periodically, he would look at me. I would pretend I didn’t notice and continue to watch the film. My legs were torturing me, but I tried to keep my whining down to a minimum. He grabbed the lotion from the side table and forced some into his hands.

“Allow me to relieve some of the pain. Let me know if it hurts.”

I don’t know why but it sounded so dirty coming out of his mouth. Hell, I wasn’t going to object. My legs were so sore and if he wants to massage them, so be it. His hands kneaded my muscles, and after about half an hour the tenseness was gone. Wow, he’s a miracle worker. Maybe he could relieve another kind of tension too? I shook my head, throwing that thought away. It’s been a long time since a man touched me, and didn’t want him to know how long it’s been.

“I’m concerned, I didn’t know you would be so sore. We’ll go for a quicker ride next time. I feel bad.”

“No need. I enjoyed the ride, and spending time with you.” I nonchalantly winked at him, without meaning too. His smile reached his eyes and we gave our attention back to the movie.

After it was over, he asked what I would like for lunch? I didn’t care. I’m not a finicky eater. He went through my kitchen gathering stuff out to make a meal. Wait, he can cook?Marry me. My kitchen and I don’t exactly get along. Most of my meals were takeout, and a man has never taken the time to cook for me before, which made me like him even more.

I sat on the barstool overlooking the kitchen observing him work, each pinch of seasoning for him was like a work of art.

“Dinner is served,” He said, with a bad Italian accent.

He brings two plates, beautifully presented, and two glasses of red wine to the table.

“I hope you like it. I’ve been told it’s my best dish.”

Upon taking my first bite, I softly moan. It’s delicious. “Okay, seriously. Please tell me something that doesn’t make girls flock to you. This food is to die for.”

“My work hours. I snore. My morning breath.” He smiled, “Must I go on?”

Was that seriously all he could come up with? I snore like a bear especially if I’ve been sleep deprived, everyone has morning breath and the schedule, well it’s part of the job. “That seriously can’t be it? Tell me Sebastian, what’s your deepest darkest secret?” I said, jokingly.

“Once, on the job, someone almost died because of me.” He answered, staring at me.

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