Silent No More(43)

Pulling back the covers, I go to get out of bed when a warm hand reaches around my waist before my feet hit the floor. Apparently, he wasn’t sleeping very soundly. He rapidly pulls me back down into the bed, straddles me then pins my hands down by my head.

“Going somewhere?” His dark brown hair is disheveled, but he looks scrumptious. He has a playful and youthful smile splayed across his face, and it occurs to me I don’t know how old he is.

“I was going to let the dogs out, but first I want to know how old you are.”

“Thirty. Why do you want to know?” He lowers his head to my neck and lightly kisses that spot right above my collarbone he likes so much. Then he moves to the right side and repeats.

“Just curious. And your sister?” The dogs can surely hold their pee. I don’t want to move from this spot. His lips feel like velvet against my skin. The sensation ends too quickly.

“Thirty,” he says as he chuckles. Releasing my pinned down arms, he gets out of bed. I rise up on my elbows and watch his hot ass walk to the closet.

“Wait…are you and she twins?” They look a lot alike, but I never thought they were twins, plus I know he called her his little sister. He walks back into his bedroom wearing a pair of sweat pants and plain white t-shirt. The man knows how to rock the simple look.

“No. Nikki turned thirty a month ago. I’m exactly ten months older than she is.” He walks over to my side of bed and reaches out to me. I place my hands in his and he pulls my naked self out of the bed. He’s kisses the corner of my mouth before releasing me.

“I’ll let the dogs out and start breakfast. You need to put some clothes on that pretty little ass before my dirty mind is fully wake,” he says as he starts to head out the door.

“So when is your birthday?” I ask him as I search for my discarded clothes from last night.

He pauses at the door and turns to me. “June 20th,” he says and I look up. No way. Really? No fucking way. “What’s with the dumbfounded look?” he asks.

“That is the same day as mine. Too cool,” I tell him and head into the closet carrying my dirty laundry. I toss it on the floor and faintly hear him laugh before walking out of the room.

God, I’m getting more addicted to this man every day, and I don’t want to leave. I know I have to find an apartment if we are going to continue dating. Are we even dating? It feels like dating, but neither of us has clarified. Regardless, I have to leave this heavenly house. I haven’t felt like I was at home in a place or in my own skin since I was a young teenager.

After I put my tank and sweats on, I head to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. My phone is lying on the bathroom sink. I don’t remember placing it there, but I scoop it up and send a text to my mom asking for her realtor’s name. I haven’t told her about my breakup with Luke yet. Hopefully, she won’t think anything of it. The last thing I want to hear is how much she adores Dr. Lucas Carter.

After sending her a text, I wrap up my bathroom routine and head to the kitchen where I find Nick whisking eggs in a bowl. “I hope you like omelets,” he says as I hop up on the granite island next to him.

“I love eggs cooked just about any way,” I say as I cross my legs Indian-style. “Is there anything I can help with?”

“Yes, you can fix me a cup of coffee.” I hop off the counter. There are two coffee mugs next to a Keurig single-cup coffee maker. I position one of the mugs into place, and pop in a K-Cup of Green Mountain Coffee’s Nantucket Blend.

“How do you like your coffee?” I ask as I place the other mug under the machine and repeat the process with the second cup.

“Black with a little sugar. The sugar is in the cabinet in front of you.” I take the sugar out of the cabinet and scoop a tablespoon into each cup. I stir his and place it on the island behind me. I take my coffee to the refrigerator and pour in a small amount of milk since I don’t see any creamer. I walk the few feet back to the island, stirring my coffee. Nick sits a plate of the large omelet on the island countertop.

“I hope we are sharing that? There is no way I can eat all of that.” I take a sip of my coffee.

“We are,” he chuckles. I love hearing him laugh. It puts a smile on my face. I’ve never paid attention to someone’s laugh before.

Is that weird?

We finish the omelet in no time. I didn’t realize how hungry I was, but then I haven’t worked up an appetite in a long time.

“So what do you want to do today?” he asks placing the plate in the sink.

I hear my phone beep with a text message. I grab it and it’s my mom responding. She sent the name of her realtor and nothing else. No, ‘Hi, how are you?’, ‘I miss you.’, ‘I love you’. That’s my mom. I love her, but to say we are not close is an understatement.