I began searching and finally found one in the bottom drawer.It wasn't the cheapo brand I always bought.I grabbed a handful of them to take along.I wasn't sure how long it would take to get to a pharmacy or a store.Might as well try to be prepared just in case.And I really wasn't sure how much or how long I was going to bleed for.
I wandered into the bedroom and saw that Stefan had opened the suitcase that Eve and Giselle had packed for me.That was nice of him.
It took me a minute to look through the whole thing and check out what clothes they’d packed.The yoga pants and sweatshirt looked the most comfortable.But something told me that would definitely be the wrong choice.
I wasn't sure where we were going.Yes, I knew we were going to his house.But I had no idea where that was.Or how to get there.Or how many people we'd see along the way.And I didn't want to embarrass Stefan by wearing slobby clothes.
I dropped my towel and slipped a pair of panties on halfway and unwrapped the pad.Just as I was sticking it on—Stefan walked in.
Because of course he did.
“Twenty minutes until—” he started saying before his eyes looked me up and down.“You're still bleeding?”he asked with concern in his voice.
I gave him an annoyed look.“Apparently,” I said and continued doing what I was doing.If he didn't want to see me put a pad on, he could turn around and leave.
“How long will you bleed for?”His tone was so genuine it made me laugh.
I pulled up my panties and grabbed a matching white bra.I hoped it would fit.I assumed it was one of Giselle's.“How am I supposed to know that?”I shot back at Stefan.“I've never been devirginized before.”I shook my head and put the bra on.It didn't just fit.It fit perfectly.And it was by far the nicest bra I'd ever had on.“What should I wear?”I pointed at the open suitcase and the multitude of clothes in there.
He cleared his throat.“Anything you want.Whatever's most comfortable.”He gave me one more look and walked out.
I sighed.“Well, that was helpful,” I muttered under my breath.I ended up choosing stylish brown pants and a cream-colored blouse.Just from the feel of the fabrics alone, I could tell how high quality they were.I slipped on a pair of brown heels and found a brush and a makeup bag.
So, I quickly wandered back to the bathroom and did what I could with what I had.Even with minimal makeup, I still felt a lot better.Surprisingly, my hair actually looked great.I felt fairly confident that Stefan would approve.
I mean, I wasn't exactly up to Giselle or Eve's standards—but I also wasn't wearing yoga pants or sweats.Like I wanted to.
I zipped up the suitcase and walked out the bedroom door.Stefan sat in the same seat as before.There were two covered plates on the table in front of him.He was sipping his coffee when he turned his head and eyed me coming down the aisle.He immediately moved the cup from his lips.I couldn't describe the way Stefan looked at me.
The way he always looked at me.
It was unlike anything anyone had ever done before.
“Is there more of that?”I pointed at his cup as I slipped around the other side of the table and sat opposite him.He wore a white button-down shirt, and it looked darn good on him.He left a couple of buttons open, showing that smexy smattering of chest hair that I loved.I wished we were still in bed, and I was still lying on that chest.
“Of course,” he said and set his cup down.Then he rose and walked to the back.I watched him pour me a cup of coffee.My eyes stayed glued to him the whole time.I loved watching him move.It felt like a goofy thing to be obsessed with, but I realized I was.Maybe it was partly from all those weeks of watching him in bed.
Hurt, sick, and in pain.
Would I ever get used to seeing him like this instead?
He came back with a white cup and sat it on the table in front of me.
He lifted the cover off my plate.“If you want something else, I can make it.”
I peered down at the heaping plate in front of me.It was bursting with fresh fruit, cottage cheese and a muffin.I picked up the muffin and took a bite.“Mm, blueberry,” I said and chewed.“This is wonderful, thank you.”To be honest, the muffin could be fluffier.But it tasted good enough.And if this fruit tasted as good as it looked, I'd be in heaven.
Stefan sat down and picked up his coffee.“Did you sleep well?”he asked as he sipped from his cup.His eyes assessed my every move.
I grabbed the fork that was beside the plate and stabbed a slice of strawberry.“I did.”I lifted the fork to my mouth and bit it off.“Mm, so good.”My eyes closed, and I enjoyed the sweet taste bursting into my mouth.I opened my eyes to find Stefan still staring at me.I set my fork down and asked him, “Did you sleep?”I really had no idea because I'd been completely out.I hadn't gotten up once.
“Yes,” he said and set his cup down.“For a change.”He took the cover off his plate and dug in.We sat in comfortable silence and ate.I hadn't realized how hungry I was.I didn't even look up again until half my plate was gone.
Then I picked up my coffee and took a sip.It was nice and strong.
“How was your breakfast?”Stefan asked.He'd hardly touched his plate.His muffin was gone, though.
“The fruit was great.But I make better muffins.”
