Damn, it's hot as hell. I try maneuvering my limbs but I'm stuck. I need to wake up but I'm so tired and empty. I stall for a second, willing myself to wake up. I jerk my head, dissipating the fog and I come to basically being smothered. Adonis is wrapped around me like a pretzel and his arm is covering me.
"Adonis!" I say in his ear, he grumbles and slightly stirs but doesn't wake up. I try to move his arm from around me and push against his rock-solid chest. "Move please you're squishing me!" He rouses again and lowers his arm freeing me. He looks softer when he's asleep less brutish I noticed. His broad lips part as he gently snores while laying on his side, his face to me. Timidly, I graze my knuckles softly against his beard. I like facial hair and his thinly trimmed beard shadows his square jaw. I turn away and sluggishly drag myself out of bed and to my clothes. I check my phone and notice the battery percentage is low but I have several messages.
Seth: Hi! How are you?
Madison: I've made my demands. Now answer!
Unknown: I'M GOING TO HURT YOU.
Justin: We need to talk...
I plug my phone into the charger while simultaneously responding to messages.
Me: I concede to your demands. See you tonight Maddie!
Justin, I'm busy right now we can talk later.
Hi, Seth! I'm good and I'm glad you responded.
Matt, I'm going to have to take a raincheck. Maybe we can meet up some other time?
I delete unknown's message as I'm putting on a baggy t-shirt and my pants. My stomach is growling again and Adonis is still unconscious, lucky bastard so I leave for the bathroom. I freshen up and brush my teeth then I head to the kitchen. It's quiet and dark so I don't bother turning on the lights. I open the refrigerator, it's bare as I pick through a few items disregarding the bottles of wine, condiments and thawed vegetables. We need groceries and I was supposed to get some after work. The cabinets are empty as well even our stashed Pop-Tarts are gone. I feel a pair of eyes on me and I turn around coming face to face with Lincoln. He's standing at the doorway, lurking in the darkness like a creeper.
"Geez!" I say holding my chest. He stalks into the room toward the microwave. His face is impassive as he responds. "Morning," he deadpans while grabbing his leftovers. I stare transfixed at his food as he sits down at the table. The faint smell of orange chicken and noodles assault my senses. He takes a chunk out of his egg roll and I softly whimper salivating. He looks at me and I quickly turn away feigning aloofness. He continues to stare as he twiddles his fork into the noodles.
"So..." I start but I can't think of what to say. It's awkward as hell and unnerving the way he's studying me. I'm faltering and anxious under his scrutiny. We're just staring at each other as the uneasiness escalates.
"You drink a lot?" he asks suddenly breaking the silence and tension.
"What?" I snap at him, completely blindsided. Does he think I'm an alcoholic?
"Do you have a problem with drinking?" he says straightforward with no tact.
"What? No!" I scoff offended, he doesn't react when I walk to the table, taking a seat. He only leers at me as I take a orange from the fruit bowl. "Do you have a problem?"
"With?" He says seeming unsure but curious.
"Staring?" I confront him as I'm peeling the orange.
"What?" He almost snarls as I languidly eat a slice. "You have a problem with me looking at you?"
Yes. "It's just intrusive," I finish, he blinks trying to comprehend my complaint.
"If you have a problem with me just looking at you?" He haughty balks, shaking his head. "Then your more insecure than I thought princess."
I glower at him with contempt, fuck this guy. "I also think you're a asshole and wrong for my friend."
"Well, princess I don't give a fuck what you think," he rasps calmly but his eyes are quietly blazing with fury. The submissive part of me almost wants to crumble but I hold firm. Feigning tranquil I eat another slice, purposefully ignoring his withering gaze.
"Don't call me a princess!" I warn him. He looks me up and down as if he's noticing something and I involuntarily shiver.
He stands up and tosses his finished meal into the trash. I polish off my last piece and wipe my hands on a napkin. He leans closer over the table until he's in my face, being this close up is doing something to me. Hell, he even smells good like husky spice and the outdoors. His jaw is tensed as he's speaking though clenched teeth. "Is it because I'm honest and that's what's really bothering you. Either way, you need to get over yourself because I'm not going away." I frown up at him as he scowls back at me.