Once we worked our way through the first bottle of champagne while he downed a bottle of Crown, he asked if I wanted to just stay. I didn’t object, but I also didn’t have any of my things.
Carlos and I had sex once before, so staying at his apartment wasn’t a big deal to me. We both showered, he gave me one of his shirts, then we climbed into his bed and crashed.
No sex, just sleep. It was nice though because he held me close to him all night and the slightest move I made he forced my body back against his.
After I left the bathroom, I searched his place, hoping he hadn’t left me here alone. That would be extremely weird, but I realized he hadn't when I neared the living room and found him sitting on the sofa with his feet propped on the ottoman, staring at the TV. He looked up and smiled when he heard me coming.
“You finally up?” Carlos extended his hand to me so I would join him.
When I was close enough, I accepted it and he pulled me into his side.
“It’s early, what do you mean finally?”
He smirked and pecked my lips. “I been up since seven. It’s ten.”
“Seven, why?” I asked with a frown.
“Shit, I don’t know. I just be up like that, from when I used to be in the streets all the time. I don’t sleep a lot and I see you been in my shit. You taste like wintermint.”
“Sorry.” I blushed and he kissed me again.
“You’re good. I should have left stuff out for you. That’s my bad. I’m not used to having a guest.”
“Guest?” I questioned.
“Yeah, guest. You know what I mean, don’t be on that slick shit, Maddie.” He looked down at me and muted the TV. “You hungry?”
I shrugged. “And I wasn’t trying to be slick, I just didn’t want to assume.”
“Assume what? That you’re the only woman who’s stayed here for more than a few hours. You don’t have to assume. It’s true, so your ass should feel special. What you want to eat? I’ll order from downstairs.”
“Do you have a menu?”
He stood and grabbed my hands, pulling me to my feet. “Nah, but just tell me what you want. They have breakfast shit, so I’m sure they can make it.”
“Egg and cheese omelet with pancakes and turkey bacon.”
“Turkey? The fuck, man? That doesn’t even sound right. No wonder your ass so skinny.”
I watched as he walked into the kitchen and lifted his phone from the counter.
“Ay, let me get steak and eggs, medium rare, one egg and cheese omelet, and turkey bacon.”
He looked right at me when he said it and shook his head. He seriously looked disturbed by having to order for me, which made me laugh.
“Nah, I have cash.”
“Aight, cool.”
“Twenty minutes.”
I climbed on the stool that lined the counter of his kitchen while he leaned against the opposite counter staring at me.
“Oh wait, do you want coffee? I don’t have any because I don’t drink it. All I have is orange juice and milk.”
“What kind of milk?”
“Just milk. What other kind is there?” He frowned at me.
