Page 50 of Mending Me
“Can you stay?” She looked up at me and gave me puppy dog eyes which I think she was starting to discover that if she used them on me, I would give her whatever she wanted. I felt my mouth pull into a smirk and pressed my lips to her forehead.
“Of course I will.”
We both slipped into her bed after I stripped down into just my boxers and she pressed her body into mine. For a while, we just lay next to one another, enjoying the feeling of having the other close. She had her head on my shoulder and was running her fingers lightly across my chest. I could feel my heart rate starting to slow and my eyes getting heavy when she spoke.
“Have you ever thought about what animal you would be if you were reincarnated?” She spoke with so much intention that I could tell she wasn’t joking. I tried to hold back the laughs that came because of how surprised I was by her question.
“Uhhh, not really, no. Have you?” I tucked my chin into my neck to look at her.
“Of course I have. I think about these types of things all the time.” Her voice came out even and she acted as if this was a totally normal question to ask. I tugged on her shoulder and she followed my lead by moving even closer into my chest. My fingers started to run along it and she kissed my pec.
“So, what animal are you reincarnating into in your next life?”
She looked up at me with a confident smirk. “A fox.”
I barked out a laugh and shook my head at her. “A fox?”
“Yeah, a fox. They’re smart, and cunning, and know how to hold their own. Just like me.” I looked down at her with reverence and loved that she saw herself in this way. My girl was headstrong and confident and I loved that about her.
“You would make for a very cute fox,” I said before leaning down and kissing her nose. She scrunched her face at me and pushed some of the hair that had fallen into her face away.
“I think you would reincarnate into a bear.” She said it so matter-of-factly as if she’d thought about this before. She probably had.
“A bear?” I exclaimed, surprised by the animal she had assigned to my reincarnated self.
“Yeah, a bear. Cute, cuddly, and shy, but will completely rip your face off if you threaten them. You give off big bear vibes.”
I laughed next to her and she bounced on my chest. This girl always seemed to surprise me by the things she said.
“I could also see a wolf.” She pushed out her lips and nodded her head, enjoying the thought. “You’re a pack animal for sure, just like a wolf. They’re shy too, just like you.”
“I’m only shy around you, blondie, you make me like that.” She propped herself up on her elbow to look at me.
“I make you feel shy?”
“You make me more than shy, you make it hard for my brain to function. Ever since meeting you, it’s like you’ve filled every crevice of my head and are the only thing I can think about. When I saw you for the first time at the gym I felt my heart stop. You bring me life and steal my breath away with just one smile. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” I placed my hand on her cheek and she nuzzled into it.
“I’ve never felt like this with anyone else before either, soldier.”
I rolledover on my stomach and extended my arm across the bed, waving my hand back and forth searching for her. As I layin her bed still half asleep, my mind fell back to the memories of last night. How she looked as she stripped and sank into the tub. How I offered to read to her and had to hunch over my lap to cover the erection I got as I did. It’s no fucking wonder women read those books, they’re unreal. I tried not to develop a complex but made a mental note to try some of the things I’d read last night with Bailey if she’d let me. I loved how she let me brush her hair and how it felt between my fingers. Getting to care for her that way meant everything to me. My eyes sprang open as my head caught up with the fact that she wasn’t next to me like she was when we fell asleep last night.
I pushed myself up and looked around her room. We had fallen asleep after she got dressed and climbed into bed. We stayed up until almost two in the morning talking and laughing together. It was funny to me how easy it was to be with her. We’d only known each other for roughly a month, but when we were together, it was as if we had known one another our entire lives. As I looked around the room, I noticed my shirt that I had thrown to the floor was gone and her bedroom door was slightly ajar. The more coherent I became, the more my senses started to pick up on the aroma of bacon cooking; I could hear it popping and sizzling on the other side of her bedroom door. Bringing my feet to the floor, I pushed up from the bed and walked out towards where the smells were coming from.
Once my head peeked around the corner of the door, the most devastatingly beautiful sight came into view.
Bailey stood at the counter wearing nothing but my shirt and a pair of lacy underwear. Half her hair was tied up on the top of her head in a bun, and she was dancing around the kitchen while holding a pair of tongs. I watched her from the doorway, taking in everything that she was, in awe of how carefree she looked as she spun around, unaware that she was being watched. She shimmied her shoulders along with the soft-playing music,flipping the bacon every few beats. I couldn’t hold back my laughter when she grasped the tongs in her hands and used them as a mic, quietly singing along to the song that was playing on her phone. She jumped when she heard me laugh and found me quickly with her eyes.
“Oh! Oh, Hank, you scared me,” she breathed heavily and brought her hand to her heart. “I didn’t wake you did I? I was trying to be quiet.”
I moved closer to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into my chest. She looked up at me, her eyes growing wider the closer I brought my face to hers. “No, hermosa?1, you didn’t wake me up,” I assured her before bringing my lips to hers.
I couldn’t help myself—she was like an energy source for me that I needed to get my daily refill of, and seeing her in the kitchen like this made my need for her that much stronger. My hand sank below her lower back and rested on her ass. When I squeezed, she let out a sound that was a mix between a groan and a yelp. She set the tongs down on the counter and brought both her hands around my neck. With both hands on her ass now, I lifted her with ease and set her down on the kitchen counter, leaning into her lips with force. She roped both of her lean legs around my torso like a koala and held me in place with her muscular thighs. We kissed, our tongues clashing into one another, as I pressed my hips into her center. When she felt my cock pressing into her, she moaned loudly on the counter. My hands couldn’t help themselves as they slid from her ass to the inside of her thigh and she bucked her hips towards me when my fingers grazed the outside of her panties. I was about to slip my fingers underneath the purple, lace fabric until the kitchen started to fill with smoke and the smoke alarms went off.
“No! The bacon!” she shouted, pushing me off of her and hopping down from the counter. The damage was already donethough and the once juicy bacon she had been cooking was now black and charred. She turned the burner off and threw the pan in the sink, dowsing it with cold water to dispel the smoke.
“This is all your fault,” she teased, snapping the tongs at me.
“My fault? How is this my fault?” I brought my hands to my chest, shocked that she was blaming me for this.
