23.
February 24th, 2020
Ipopped a blueberry into my mouth and chewed on it as I continued to slice the bananas on the cutting board. I flipped the pancakes in the pan, and then looked at the time on my kitchen clock.
8:37a.m.
I’d woken up an hour ago with a smile on my face and my arms wrapped around Zaira’s luscious body. I’d left her sleeping in my bed as I’d showered, and then come out to the kitchen to make some breakfast for us.
It was too soon for me to feel so at peace and domestic with her, but I couldn’t help myself.
I just couldn’t.
I shut the stove and pulled two mugs out of the back drawer, just as Zaira walked out of my room. She looked just as stunning as she had the night before. She’d showered, most definitely, because her hair was wet. The smooth skin of her legs enticed me, and the fact that she was barefoot was making me pant a little, just like a happy little puppy.
A smile broke through me when I saw what she was wearing: another one of myUnder the Woodshoodie. This one was ice-blue, with snowflakes all over it – even the sleeves. It was from last year’s winter collection, but Zaira wearing it left me all hot and needy.
There was nothing cold about that woman, after all.
I also relaxed at the fact that she wasn’t pulling the hoodie down every two seconds out of shyness, just like she was last night. She seemed a little more confident now; a little more at ease.
“Morning, Sunshine,” I practically chirped.
She frowned. “I feel like death.” She ran her hands over her face. “Like ‘I-will-eat-your-brains-and-walk-with-my-arms-straight-in-front-of-me’ dead.” She ran her eyes over me. “But you’re a divine sight – all shirtless and in just grey sweats – so maybe I’ll survive.”
I chuckled. “And you callmedramatic.”
She flashed her teeth at me as she settled on the kitchen counter. “If you don’t feed me soon, you’ll realize that my condition is in fact true, and not a façade.”
I shook my head and walked over to her. “You should try getting into Hollywood. You have a knack for overacting.” I spread her legs and stood between them, and then ran my fingers over the insides of her thighs.
“Gallan…” She placed her palms over my pecs.
I looked at her, and relished in her slightly flared pupils; at the rapid movements of her chest. She licked her lips, and I leaned in before pressing mine over hers.
She moaned, and then cupped my face before parting her lips for me. She smelled like my soap and shampoo; she tasted like my toothpaste. Call me a Neanderthal if you wanna, but knowing that she was here with me likethis,smelling and tasting of the things I used – it made me so fucking hard.
I was about to wrap my arms around her when my doorbell rang.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
I groaned and stepped back, and grabbed an open box of blueberries before handing it to Zaira. “Have these. I’ll get our breakfast ready in a bit.”
She took the box and popped a blueberry in her mouth. “Mmm; no wonder you taste like them.” She smirked.
I grinned, and gave her two quick pecks on the lips before jogging over to the door.
Ting-tong.
“Coming!” I unlocked and opened the door, and found a scowling Shane on the other end.
“Shane?” I checked the time on the living room clock. “Is everything okay? We don’t start shoot until 10, and it’s hardly 9.”
His scowl deepened. “Have you cared to look outside your balcony this morning, G?” he asked.
