Take a Breath(15)

I take the tablets and down them with the whole glass of water in one go. It’s midmorning already. I haul myself up to head towards the shower hoping that this would make my head a little better.

With the shower fixed it was working better than ever. I stayed there for a while enjoying the spray until the throbbing in my head died down a bit. I threw on a beach dress as I felt like lounging around today and headed toward the stairs.

When I got nearer to the kitchen the smell of bacon hits me. Suddenly both my head and my stomach started to grumble in the anticipation of the great greasy hangover cure. I swing open the door and Jake is greeting me with another tight T-shirt and a pair of knee length shorts that are just placed perfectly on his hips.

“Good morning, Ana. How are you feeling today?”

“Not too bad. Thanks for the tablets and water. Alice is feeling much better now.”

He starts laughing as he sets out a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs in front of me. “Thanks, Jake. You didn’t need to do this for me.”

We both sit down and his face turns a little sad.

“I feel kind of bad in a way for last night. I didn’t mean for you to get like that. I’m sorry.”

“Jake, you can’t apologise for last night. It was a game and it was fun. I enjoyed it, despite the fact you were a tad annoying, but with all that said I had a great time. You didn’t force those shots down my throat. If I really didn’t want them, I wouldn’t have drunk them. Remember also that I willingly took a sixth one from you?”

His lips curve up into a smile and I have this sudden jolt of memory about me telling him how much I wanted to kiss them. Or was it that they were kissable? I can’t remember. All I do remember is that something was said.

I wonder if it was a dream. I dream about Jake a lot and often wake up horny as hell and having to relieve myself. No, it wasn’t a dream was it? I actually did say that to him.

Shit, what now? I look on in horror realising just how much of an almighty cock up I must have made. My face begins to flush and sudden nausea erupts in my stomach.

“Ana, are you alright? You don’t look very good.”

Before I can answer I throw my fork down and rush to the toilet just managing to reach it in time to hurl the contents of my stomach back up again. Jake is quickly by my side helping to pull my hair back so I can be sick. He gently rubs my back and hands me some tissue.

“I’m so sorry,” he says to me again. “I did this to you. I want to take care of you today so I don’t feel so damn guilty.”

Thinking I’ve been sick as much as I can, I wipe my mouth and flush the toilet.

“Would you stop blaming yourself for what I did? I had fun, it’s okay. No need to take care of me. You’re off the hook.” I raise a smile for him which he returns.

“Well, let’s put it this way, it would help me feel better to know I’m taking care of you.”

The embarrassment of knowing what I said to him again last night rears its ugly head. How could I have been so stupid? I feel the only way forward is to try and make light of the situation.

“So I have to humour you now just so that you will feel less guilty about last night?”

He nods his head.

“So you’re doing this only for your own selfish reasons?”

He looks on and frowns. “Well, it sounds horrible when you put it like that, but yes, I guess I am selfish then.”

We head back to the kitchen and sit back on the breakfast table.

“I understand if you don’t want to eat that now.”

I stare on at him lingering on those eyes and lips of his. I can’t believe that anyone could be this sexy. He should be illegal.

“I’m fine now that I got that out of my system. I think it will do me good to get this inside me.”

I don’t have the heart to tell him I only puked because of how embarrassed I am at what I possibly said or did. I start to wonder if there is anything else I could have said to make this hell even worse than what it is. Maybe I don’t want to know.

I take a few bites easing myself in gently and waiting to see if my stomach protests. I’m glad to feel its satisfied, so I carry on. His eggs are so nice, and now he does good bacon too. He’s beautiful, powerful, funny, kind, he’s sex on legs, and now he can cook. Is there anything more to add to his many talents?

I finish up my breakfast and Jake clears the table for me. I get up to do the dishes and he promptly tells me to sit back down. I do as I’m told, staring at him for a while as his back is turned to me. My mind is full wondering of what on earth happened last night. A flash of him lying in bed with me comes back. Shit, did that really happen? He obviously didn’t stay as he was gone this morning.