Reuniondayisfinallyupon us. Despite the headache from my wine hangover, I feel refreshed in a way I haven’t in seven years. Aside from the nerves twisting in my stomach, I’m feeling good.
The headache will subside with a little food and a lot of coffee.
When we get downstairs for breakfast, we notice quite a few people who look as worse for the wear as we are. Trent’s hair is all out of whack, standing on end and his eyes are hooded. I can tell without him saying a word his head is hurting at least as much as mine is.
We sit silently at the table sipping our coffees and people watching, laughing to ourselves as everybody else is in the same boat and groaning at any loud noise or holding their face in their hands and nursing their coffee.
“Here you go, two orders of pancakes. Seems to be pretty popular this morning,” our waitress says with a smile.
I sigh before diving in. My stomach churns at first, but I know it’s the best thing to soak up the residual alcohol left in my system.
“Oh man, this is torturous,” Trent grumbles as he leans back in his chair. “Drinking in your thirties is nothing like drinking in your twenties.”
“See I wouldn’t know.” I stick my tongue out at him. While I’m still in my late twenties, I’m sure I feel as miserable as he does. “I think it’s more that we’re out of practice. When was the last time either one of us had more than one drink? Let alone the…I don’t know…however many we had last night?”
“Fair point. It’s definitely been a few years for me. Longer for you.”
“Probably since before the kids were born.” There’s a chance I imbibed a bit once or twice since then but nothing that stands out.
“I’m not sure what you wanted to do today, but I think napping sounds like the best plan. At least right now, we’ll see how we feel a little later.”
“A nap? I’m surprised at you.” Being away from the kids, I figured all he’d want to do was have sex, especially after last night.
“Oh, trust me, there’s plenty of naked time on my mind. But I don’t think I could perform to expectations the way I am right now.” He stabs at his pancakes and pops some in his mouth with a smile.
Normally I’d groan internally at his suggestion of that much sex. But something shifted last night, and right now I’m starved for him. I’d drag him upstairs and get down to it if my head wasn’t throbbing so much. Plus, the light queasiness in my stomach wouldn’t go well with the rocking motions.
Just the thought makes my stomach roll. How much did I actually have to drink last night?
“Is that thought process okay with you? We can always go explore instead, revisit old haunts and all that.” There’s an intensity in his gaze that makes me squirm.
“That’sveryokay with me. Just need that nap first. I feel kind of queasy.” To enforce my point my hand drops to my stomach.
He pushes the plate of pancakes closer to me. “Eat up.” His voice is a low and deep timber that sends a shiver straight down my spine. He only uses that voice in the bedroom.
We both focus on eating and getting some coffee in our systems, making eye contact every so often.
Once we’re done, we leave a sizable tip and head back upstairs, Trent taking my hand immediately and leading me with urgency.
The second we’re back in our room he spins me to face him, latching his mouth to mine and walking me backward further into the room. He walks me until the backs of my knees hit the mattress, and I fall to the bed, pulling him down on top of me.
We lie a jumbled heap of limbs, mouths moving intently against one another’s for a few minutes. Then I break away to yawn.
Trent dips his head against my shoulder and laughs lightly.
My hand flies to my mouth as my face burns. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m more tired than I realized.” I feel horrible that I’m ruining this moment with a yawn. It’s something that I would have done previously, possibly on purpose to make him think I wasn’t interested.
But right now, I’mveryinterested and ready to go, even if a bit queasy still. And my headache has barely abated. Even still, I’m ready for Trent.
“Let’s nap for a little while. I’m sure a lot of the other guests for the reunion are going to be out and about exploring and doing this, but most of them aren’t parents of three away for the first time in who knows how long. I say we take full advantage and sleep and fuck the day away. You know, things we can’t do at home.” One side of his mouth pulls up in a smirk as he leans over me.
“Deal. As long as we nap first.” I shrink a little bit at my need for sleep and duck out of sex.
“Agreed. I’m not quite ready to give my best performance. And you deserve the best.”
He rolls off me and moves to the top of the bed, turning down the blankets and climbing it. Reaching his arms out to me, he juts his chin for me to come over to him, which I do immediately.
Settled into his arms, the comfort he brings washes over me, and I drift off quickly.
