When I woke up in the morning, Ryan
was still fast asleep next to me. It was
chilly in his room, and I wasn’t quite ready to get out of bed. I snuggled up to him, and he shifted in his
sleep, wrapping his arm tighter around me.
I dozed off again, sleeping for another 30 minutes or so. This time when I woke up, I was too hot. I laid in bed for a few more minutes, but
knew I wouldn’t be falling back asleep.
Ryan didn’t look like he was anywhere near getting up.
I carefully extricated myself from
Ryan’s arms and slipped out of bed. Half
of my clothes were downstairs, and I didn’t want to put any of them back
on. Instead, I picked up a hooded sweatshirt
from the floor, sniffed it suspiciously, and then pulled it over my head. It smelled like Ryan, but was passably
clean. I spotted a pair of gym shorts,
folded neatly, on top of a pile that looked like clean laundry that needed to
be put away and pulled those on. I had
to pull the drawstring as tight as it went to keep them from slipping down my
hips, but they worked.
Quietly, I left his room and
wandered downstairs. I was starving, and
I wasn’t disappointed by the contents of his fridge. I started pulling things out and wandering
around his kitchen, finding the pans that I needed. I tried to do everything as quietly as
possible, not wanting to wake Ryan.
I was about halfway through making some eggs, French toast, and bacon for both of us when Ryan wandered downstairs. He yawned as he walked into the kitchen, then rubbed his eyes sleepily. He was adorable first thing in the morning, with sleepy eyes and mussed hair. It was so contrary to his typical well-put-together persona. “Good morning,” I said, grinning at him.
I was about halfway through making some eggs, French toast, and bacon for both of us when Ryan wandered downstairs. He yawned as he walked into the kitchen, then rubbed his eyes sleepily. He was adorable first thing in the morning, with sleepy eyes and mussed hair. It was so contrary to his typical well-put-together persona. “Good morning,” I said, grinning at him.
“Coffee first,” he replied. I’d already turned on his single cup
coffeemaker and it was ready for him. He
paused to kiss me on the cheek as he pulled a mug out.
“And I thought I wasn’t a morning
person,” I said, chuckling.
He swore softly as he struggled
with something on the coffee maker, then he said, “My sleep is so messed up
from all my traveling. I actually got up
for a little while after you fell asleep last night. I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to wake
you up.”
“Really? I didn’t even notice.”
He laughed. “You were out cold. And good morning, by the way. I can’t wait to eat that bacon.” He grinned at me, looking more awake already.
“Just the bacon?” I asked, raising
an eyebrow. “I’m making us an entire
breakfast feast, and all you care about is the bacon?”
“Well, considering the bacon smell
is what lured me out of bed, yes,” he replied.
“I could have stayed there another hour.”
“Plates?” I asked, opening and
closing a random cabinet. Ryan opened
the cabinet behind his head and grabbed two plates. “There’s no reason we can’t go back to bed
after we eat,” I pointed out. “I just
happened to be starving.”
“I will happily accept the
by-product of your hunger,” he replied, wrapping an arm around my waist from
behind. “Is there supposed to be a point
where I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you?” he asked, pausing to kiss
along my neck. “Because at the rate I’m
going, I won’t ever get anything done if you’re around.”
“We went from food to sex in less
than a second,” I said, laughing.
“Impressive. Let me eat, and then
you can do whatever you want with those hands.”
Ryan managed to keep his hands off
me long enough for us both to eat breakfast.
His kitchen had been sparkling clean before I’d started cooking, so I
insisted on cleaning up as well. He
helped me, protesting the entire time that he would just do it later. I ignored him, washing all the dishes and
wiping down the counters. As I was
finishing up, Ryan started massaging my shoulders. “Thank you for making breakfast, and for
cleaning up,” he said, leaning forward to kiss my cheek. I leaned back into him, sighing happily as
his fingers gently worked at the tight muscles in my neck. “Can I interest you in a nap?”
I laughed, then yawned, as if just
the thought of sleep had made me tired again.
“Yes, actually,” I replied.
We went back upstairs and Ryan
cocked an eyebrow at me as I shed the clothes I’d stolen from him before
getting back in his bed. “You’re kind of
cute in my stuff,” he said, smirking.
“Kind of?” I asked, with mock
irritation.
“Yeah, you also look kind of ridiculous,”
he replied, grinning.
I snorted. “I’ll remember that the next time you try to
lure me to your house after I’m out and I don’t have anything with me.”
“Mmm, I’d prefer you remembered the
amazing sex we had when you got here instead,” he murmured, wrapping himself
around me. He was easily the most cuddly
man I’d ever met in my life.
“Are we going to have some more
amazing sex right now to refresh my memory?” I asked, trailing my hands down
his back.
“Um, well,” he said, shifting a
little, “I’m actually really tired and kind of just want to sleep for a little
bit.”
I laughed. “Works for me.”
I was nearly asleep when suddenly
Ryan sat bolt upright. I sat straight up
as well, looking at him with concern.
“What?” I asked, slightly freaked out.
“I just forgot I’m having lunch
with my mom at 1,” he said, reaching for his phone. “What time is it?” He was the one with the phone in his hand, so
I didn’t answer. “Okay, it’s only 9:30,”
he said, clearly relieved.
I flopped back against the pillow
and let out a deep breath. “I thought
someone was dying,” I said. “I’ve never
seen someone move that fast. Your mom
must be terrifying.”
Ryan chuckled. “My mom is great. I just don’t like disappointing her. And since I’m nearly 33 and not even close to
being married and giving her grandchildren, I’m a big enough disappointment as
it is. No need to make it worse by
missing our lunch date.” He glanced and
me and gave me a sly smile. “Wanna
come?”
“Um,” I sputtered, panicking a
little. “Well, I…”
Ryan laughed. “Relax, Jenna. I’m mostly kidding. Though if you wanted to come, you certainly
could. It would probably delight my
mother to know that there’s a pretty girl in my life.”
“You can just tell her. I’m good with that,” I replied.
He snorted. “She won’t believe me without proof. Another time.”
I tried to get comfortable again
but now I was definitely awake. Next to
me, Ryan shifted and moved too. “I’m not
tired anymore,” Ryan admitted.
“Me neither,” I agreed.
Ryan rolled onto his side to face
me and grinned. “Well, if neither of us
are tired, I have a few ideas about what we could do until I need to get ready
for lunch…”
I returned his grin and reached for
him, pretty sure I had the same ideas.