She pushed her lips forward, landing on mine. I accepted the invitation and allowed her to have her way.
“And, as far as breakfast, I have something else in mind for protein this morning.”
“Fohr–”
“Shhhh. Go back to sleep, Kit. You deserve to sleep in for once and I deserve the torture of your snoring.”
“Snoring?” She shrieked.
“I’m just fucking with you, baby. You don’t snore,” I paused to yawn. “Loudly.”
“Oh Go–”
“Shhhhh.”
I rubbed her back and kissed her forehead a second time.
“Shhh. Sleep.”
She didn’t protest. Instead, she snuggled against me, getting comfortable again. I wasn’t prepared for her departure. I’d starve before I allowed her to empty the bed. Even the gymwould wait this morning. I wanted nothing and to do nothing other than Kit.
When I reopened my eyes, I had plans to fill her belly with as many inches of my dick as her body would allow. For now, sleep was the goal.
The chiming bellcaught my attention. I was unsure who Fohr was expecting, but company was highly unlikely with all that was going on around us. With furrowed eyebrows, I placed the baked salmon on the stovetop and removed the oven mittens.
Ding Dong.
“Fohr!”
I bowed my head, getting a good look at both hands of my watch.
7:02p.
I strolled out of the kitchen to tackle the lengthy hallway that led to the gym. When I rounded the corner, I peered through the glass that ran the length of the wall to find the room completely empty.
Ding Dong.
7:04p, my watch read.
He’s showering.
Had I rounded the corner four minutes prior and I would’ve bumped into him on his way out of the door. I headed for the door upon realizing Fohr would not be able to answer it. I removed the apron from my body and swung the door of the coat closet open. It slid onto the desired hook with ease.
I exchanged it for a mandatory face mask and a pair of latex-free gloves. Protecting Fohr and I from Blunder was my top priority. I didn’t want either of us doubled over with stomach pains and neither did I want our lives to end. It would be a pathetic way to leave this earth.
I’d dreamed of a more fitting death. Possibly one in bed, surrounded by my surviving siblings. Possibly during childbirth. Possibly in my favorite chair. Or, in a garden on a hot summer’s day.
Ding Dong.
“Coming!” Straining my voice to yell was as close to torture as I’d ever come. I disliked it with every fiber of my being.
When I pulled the door open, I found a gentleman accessorized with gloves that climbed his sleeves, a mask covering his entire face, and a bouquet of red roses. His right arm was limp, bringing my attention to the size of the delivery in his hand.
“Oh, my apologies,” I expressed, pulling the flowers into my arms. “Oh my.”
Fohr. My smile reached my eyes. Butterflies flooded my stomach. A tingling sensation formed throughout my body. I could feel the highest points of my cheeks as they pierced the air from expansion.
This man. He was undeniable. Even in the state of the world, he was still thoughtful. His mind was an interesting place thatI wanted nothing more than to explore every day above God’s green earth.
