“You’re over thinking again,” he murmured from the rim of his mug. “Why don’t you shut off your brain for once and just enjoy the morning. I wanted to stay and I wanted to do all of this. We don’t have to worry about it if you don’t want to.”
I liked how he somehow always knew what to say even when I didn’t know how to say it. He always knew when I was over thinking or when I was worried. He always had the right words.
His left hand settled on my upper thigh which was exposed by the parting of the robe because of how I sat. He didn’t even glance at me as he did it, it was almost like a subconscious action and I felt a tug in my belly but I ignored it.
By the time we finished eating, I did the dishes even though Nathan didn’t want me to but my mother taught me that if someone cooks then the other person should clean up and that was what I did. He watched me the entire time and it felt like I was being analyzed. I know for a fact that his eyes did not leave my body once and by the time I was drying my hands on the towel, I heard the scrape of the stool.
I felt the heat of his body before he even touched me. His hands brushed across my waist and I turned to face him. His eyes searched mine as if he was looking for something and I cocked my head to the side in a silent question.
Instead of responding, he lifted one hand to stroke my cheek softly and then he leaned down to kiss me. His lips had just brushed mine when I pulled back.
“I haven’t brushed.”
“Are you seriously telling me that you ate before brushing?”
“It is a weekend, the order in which I do it does not matter,” I said hotly, “You can’t tell me that you have never eaten before brushing.”
“Never, not even as a kid.”
“Well I’m sorry that not all of us are as routine oriented on our weekends that are set aside for-”
“Shut up,” he cut me off and before I could protest at his choice of words, he kissed me.
I felt Nathan smile against my lips as he pulled back.
“There is nothing I wouldn’t give to know what went on in your mind just now.”
“I’m not telling,” I pursed my lips. “Some thoughts are meant to be private.”
“Of course,” his warm breath fanned my lips but he pulled back.
I don’t know what exactly it was that had me open my eyes but when I did, I was shocked by what I saw. Olivia was standing at the entrance to the kitchen, jaw slacked holding two plastic bags in her hands.
“Shit!” I cursed and Nathan stopped.
He glanced at me first then followed my line of sight to Olivia. I could only imagine what she was seeing right now. I couldn’t see Nathan’s expression but I could feel the amusement rolling off him in waves as he took in Olivia’s expression and stance.
“Hi Liv,” I was the first to break the silence and she promptly closed her mouth.
“Maybe I should leave,” she began but Nathan waved her off before she could say any more.
“I assume you have a lot of questions.”
“I have a million,” she responded almost in a daze as she kept looking at the both of us as if she couldn’t believe what she had just seen.
“I’ll leave you both to it then.” Nathan pressed a kiss to the top of my head and then he disappeared up the stairs.
I watched his figure retreat but all I could feel was that innocent touch. It was so soft, so feather light but somehow it felt more intimate than anything we had done.
Olivia was still staring at me with careful eyes as I took the two plastic bags from her. In the first was a tub of ice cream and vodka while in the second were groceries.
I placed them in the counter and started to arrange them in their appropriate places when I heard Olivia move her feet from where she was glued to the floor.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” she whisper yelled, “He was in your house, in your kitchen, making out with you on the counter. You never let me sit on the counter.”
“That’s not true, I don’t let you sit naked on the counter.”
“You were sitting practically naked on the counter!”
