As I sat on the edge of the bed I started to think about last night’s events. One thought was more prominent than others, which was of Diesel’s reaction when I spoke about being a virgin. I didn’t know if this would now change things between us.
Diesel was thirty-two and had a wealth of life and sexual experiences in comparison to me, I didn’t want him now to see me as just a little girl. I slowly got up and walked over to the wooden chair in the corner of the room, gathering my dressing gown. I put the floral robe on, fastening the belt around my waist and immediately felt better by covering some of my bruises. I was starting to ache so I made my way into the kitchen to take my pain relief.
“Morning sleepy head.” A very cheerful Amy said as she put bacon upon the plates lined on the kitchen work top. I noticed that there were three places set at the kitchen table, with paper napkins, condiments and glasses full of orange juice.
“Morning Amy. Where’s Diesel?” I asked looking around and down the hallway. She started to carry the plates over to the table. “He had to go to the club early this morning so asked Jimmy and I to look after you.” She carried the final plate over to the table and sat down comfortably, applying brown sauce to her plate.
I walked over to the sink, pouring myself a glass of water so that I could take my tablets. “Something smells good!” Jimmy said as he walked further into the kitchen, sitting himself down at the table. I watched as Jimmy scoffed his breakfast, clearing his plate in record time. He pointed to my plate, “Are you not eating yours?” I smiled at him, “Although it smells and looks great, I’m just not hungry. Sorry Amy.” I said holding my tummy. “That’s fine, guts ache will eat it.” She said with a snigger, looking over at Jimmy eating the food as quickly as the first plate.
“What’s the plan today then?” Jimmy asked pushing his plate away from him and rubbing his tummy appreciating the breakfast Amy had cooked. “Doc said I had to take it easy. So it looks like, films and chocolate. What do you say?” Amy stood and started to clear the plates. “That sounds like heaven to me.” She said with a wink. “Jimmy, I hope you like romance films because you are in for a treat today.” We both giggled at Jimmy’s expression.
We had already watched ‘Dirty Dancing’ and were now half way through ‘Pretty Woman’. I looked over at Jimmy who looked like he wanted to stick forks in his eyes much to my amusement. All this romance was driving him mad making me chuckle. My phone vibrated so I quickly retrieved it from my pocket.
How U doing Ink? I hope Amy and Jimmy R looking after U. D x
His text made me smile and the butterflies were back. Ever the alpha male looking out for me but it was the way he signed off his text.
Doing well, thank you. Boring Jimmy with romance films! Ink x
I thought it was about time I started to use the name he’d given me.
LOL. I’ll B home around 4ish. D x
Home! God that felt good him saying that. I knew things were moving fast but it just felt so right.
Can’t wait to C U. Ink x
I put the phone back into my pocket. “What you smiling at?” Damn it! Amy had caught me smiling to myself. “Was that lover boy?” She asked moving so that she was sitting next to me on the sofa. “Yeah, he said he’ll be home around four this afternoon.” I left the statement hanging in the air to see if she picked up upon the fact that he had called it home. “Home!” She said raising her eyebrows and giving me a light hug. “That man has got it bad, baby girl.”
Diesel was true to his word and arrived at 4.00pm. He brought pizzas so that we didn’t have to cook which was a nice treat. “I’m stuffed!” Amy said rubbing her tummy. “Come on Jimmy, you can take me home.” Jimmy jumped up from his seat at the kitchen table looking around for his keys. Diesel smiled shaking his head at Jimmy’s reaction. I stood giving both Amy and Jimmy a hug. “Thank you for looking after me today.” Amy smiled sweetly, “That’s what families are for.” Her comment surprised me and Diesel saw the questioning look on my face as he slipped his arm around my waist. They left closing the door behind them, giggling like young teenagers.
Diesel kissed me lightly on the temple, “You go and relax on the sofa Ink. I can clean up here.” He let go of my waist leaving my side and started to clear away the plates. I couldn’t help but think how domesticated this all was, like we were a proper couple. We hadn’t openly discussed our relationship but he was now sleeping at my apartment. Did this mean that we were now dating or did he feel obliged to look out for me?