Oh… the awkward… Love it! Delicious Tension!
*Copyright: This material is protected by copyright owned by Meg Farrell, Farrell Writes LLC. 2016
The next morning I wake up freezing. Stretching, I wave my hand around on the bed looking for Justin. I come up empty-handed. The thought that he left before I woke up is upsetting. I sit straight up and look around the room as if he will magically appear if I do. Frustrated, I get up to pee and he’s not in the bathroom either. I throw on an old sweatshirt and some boxer shorts. As I tie my hair up into a bun, I walk to the kitchen. The smell of coffee is calling to me. I’m startled when I make it to the kitchen because it’s not Kate making breakfast. It’s Justin. A shirtless Justin.
For some reason, I can’t force my feet to move forward, and my arms are stuck in my hair as if I can no longer remember how to tie the rubber band. My mouth dries when he turns and says, “Good morning.” I want to return his happy greeting, but I can’t. He seems to realize I’m locked up because he sets down the bacon skillet, and pads over to me. He kisses me and whispers a repeated, “Good morning,” against my lips.
“Mmm-morning,” I stammer.
He smiles and returns to his duties in the kitchen. I take a seat at the breakfast bar and watch him work. When I gather my wits, I ask, “Did you sleep well?”
“I did. Better than I have in a long time. How about you?”
He looks at me over his left shoulder. “Sarcasm? This early?”
I shrug. “I don’t know how to do this.”
Turning fully to face me, he asks, “Do what?”
Waving my hands around the kitchen, but mainly at him. “This. The morning after. I’ve never…I don’t know.”