40 Kitty (1/2)

As my eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, I could sense a firm presence behind me emanating heat, enveloping my own body in a comfortable embrace. When I moved my hands, I noticed they were locked in a strong grip. Still half-asleep I tried to turn to look at my captor when my sore muscles made me wince in pain.

”Shh, be good and sleep some more.” I heard a raspy voice command me lovingly. It did not take long for me to remember what happened before. I could feel my cheeks burning and all I wanted was to hide under the blanket but I couldn't evade from his grip.

He sighed and kept his hold on me turned my whole body to face him.

”Good morning Kat,” he whispered and pulled me closer to him.

”Morning… ” I managed to reply but my head was still spinning from all that happened. While I was lost in my thoughts I suddenly heard him chuckling.

”I guess it's already way past morning, looks quite late into the night.”

”Ah, yes...”

”Are you okay? Are you hungry? Or do you want something to drink?” He looked at me with a worried look in his eyes.

”Ugh, I'm fine… just a bit… sore.” I replied and at the same time, my cheeks became redder than a ripe tomato.

”Do you have a fever? You're awfully red.” I could notice a teasing tone in his question.

”That's all your fault isn't it?”

”Is it now? I wonder who was the one that jumped me?” He chuckled as he moved his hands to encircle my waist.

”Not sure, it was probably a mad woman, you should go to the police before she tries it again. ” I replied sarcastically.

”No need, she can do it anytime she wants, I won't ever mind.” He winked while pulling me closer to him, our skin burning as it touched. I then realized I was still naked underneath the flimsy cover. I almost jumped out of the bed trying to find something to wear.

”I need to change. We need to get back to the hospital.”

”Are you sure you want to get back to the hospital like this?” He asked while looking me up and down.

”Umm, what do you mean?” I asked confused as to why he was smirking like a kid waiting to open his Christmas presents.

He slowly got off the bed, letting the sheets fall of his naked body, before reaching for his shirt and passing it over my messy hair.

”Hmm, my shirt seems to be perfect for your size.” He mumbled while leading me towards the hallway hugging me at the waist, resting his chin on the top of my head. When we reached the full-length mirror I gasped at seeing my skin darkened in several key spots.

”You… what did you do?” I asked in a panic.

”They're just hickeys,” he replied nonchalantly.

”I know that, but why would you do that when I still have to go back to the hospital.” I was starting to become annoyed the more I looked at them. It will be hard to cover them without making it look suspicious.

He looked at me and smiled like I was a kid throwing a tantrum.

”I couldn't let you have all the fun now could I?”

”What do you mean?” Before he answered he straightened himself and I could see my own marks on him.

”After all the fun we had, you left me such lovely memories, I just had to reciprocate. Just call it my own little revenge.”

He let out a deep laugh as he saw me blushing and speechless.

”Well, I quite like to see you like this. We should do this again soon.” He continued to smile and hugged my waist again before pulling me closer to him and turning my head to meet his lips.

As soon as I felt his scent envelop me I lost all my motive to be upset. I felt safe and relaxed in his embrace, something I have never experienced, at least not to such a degree. As I responded to his kisses I could notice he was getting more heated as time passed, but before I could do anything to encourage him to continue, he broke our kiss and let the cold air pass between us.

”You must be hungry, let us get something to eat before we head back. Want to order something?” He asked while looking over my shoulders, avoiding my gaze. I had this feeling of leaving unfinished business but I knew he meant well. We really did need to return and visit my grandmother.

”No, it's fine, I'll make us something, you can go take a shower while I do that,” I answered while turning to the kitchen. Before I passed the door his hand grabbed my shoulder and his lips captured mine for a quick taste.

”You should take a shower first, I'll make the coffee. I'm afraid if I see you in this shirt for long we won't be able to back outside anytime soon.”

I blushed as I understood his meaning.

”Okay, I'll be quick then,” I mumbled as I turned towards the bathroom.

”Sure thing Kitty.”

”Kitty?” I stumbled on the door frame as I heard him calling me that. But he did not seem to hear me.

”The French press is in the first cupboard along with the coffee,” I yelled from the bathroom.

”Got it.” His melodic voice rang back.

My shower was as short as it was painful. As much as I wanted to soak to let the pain dissipate from my muscles, I didn't want to keep him waiting. Doing a last check in the mirror I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and hurried back to the kitchen.

Just as I entered I could sense the refreshing smell of the freshly made coffee with a hint of vanilla mixing in.

”Just in time.” He came to me and handed me a cup of steaming coffee, milk swirling and lightening the dark color of the coffee. He had already made himself decent but was still naked from the waist up.

”Smells so good.”

”Mmm, this scent mixing together always reminds me of you, so I learned how to make it myself.” He mentioned it so like it was nothing but for me, it meant more than what he might have thought.

”If you like it so much you just need to tell me and I'll make it for you.”

”I'm fine doing the coffee myself as long as you join me to drink it. That way it will taste even better.”