My heart warms.
We eat burgers in his bedroom. I've kicked my shoes off, and I'm sitting cross-legged on the bed with the burger box on my lap.
I'm watching him while he chats. He's leaning against the headboard with his legs stretched out in front of him. His shoes are also kicked off.
My eyes are locked onto him. My heart is enthralled by him. Each movement of his face, his lips, and his eyes makes him more beautiful.
I can't stop thinking about how he handled me. How he held me.
After our burgers, which I don't even come close to finishing, we keep talking as the night grows later.
Feeling daring, I slip my legs beneath the blankets and snuggle up against his side with my cheek on his chest. He wraps his arm around me and eventually, when we're too tired to talk anymore, this is how we fall asleep.
***
Bright sunshine splashes over my pillow, warming my face and pulling me from my dreams. The curtains are wide open, and the moment I wake up, I smile. Last night was incredible. Rolling over, I stretch my arm out beneath the blankets to reach for him, but the bed is empty. I groan, still smiling, and sit up, blinking myself all the way awake.
Bardil walks in carrying a coffee.
Immediately, my smile is wider.
"Good morning," I grin happily.
"Morning, you need to get up and get dressed. We're going out," he says.
"Oh, where are we going?" I ask, excited. Sitting up, I take the coffee from him and sip it. It's dark and sweet. Perfect.
I'm still wearing the dress I went out in last night. I need a shower.
"We're going for brunch. But you need to hurry. I left you to sleep late," he says. He sounds almost bored. But I assume he's tired from last night. And I don't think he's been a morning person since I've known him. Some people are just grumpy in the morning. I can deal with it.
He's already dressed in black pants and a black shirt. He looks gorgeous.
"I can be ready in thirty minutes," I say, already climbing out of bed.
I carry my coffee toward my bathroom, leaving Bardil in his room.
In the shower, I hum. I can't stop smiling.
He made me coffee in bed.
Maybe tomorrow morning I'll get up before him so I can make him coffee in bed instead. Maybe a whole breakfast.
"Nikita?" he calls from my bedroom door. I'm drying off.
"Five minutes," I shout back, moving faster. I'm distracted. I forgot he was in a hurry.
Dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt along with my sneakers, I run downstairs.
"I didn't know what type of restaurant we were going to? Is this ok? Do I need to dress smarter? … I don't have many options… "
"That's fine, let's go." He smiles for the first time this morning. It makes my heart flip over.
On the drive, I open the window and let the city air blow through the car. It smells salty like the ocean. "Did yousleep well?" I ask, trying to make conversation because he looks stressed about something.
"Yes," he answers curtly. "You?"
"It was the best sleep I've had in a really long time. I think last night's… um… exercise was really good for me," I giggle.
