“Don’t worry, we’re having a real wedding,” Derek said and then almost glared at her; like he was offended she’d even mentioned doing it any other way.
“I was just trying to make things simpler,” she said guiltily.
“We better head out, I’m leaving for a business trip tomorrow,” Drew said, as he stood up. “Thank you for the amazing meal Jasmine, I can’t wait to get back for some more,” he told her and then bent down to kiss her goodbye.
“Yes, thank you so much, everything was great. It was awesome to meet you young man and we will be back to teach you some more bad habits,” Ryan added and gave Jacob a hug.
Derek walked them to the door and then the house suddenly seemed so much emptier without them in it. They had a way of bringing life wherever they were. She figured some things never changed.
They were all tired and took Jacob to his room. They both took turns reading him his story and then left the room. Jasmine had been so tired the night before she’d fallen asleep with Jacob while she read him a story. She realized she had no idea where she was supposed to sleep.
She stepped out into the hallway and was unsure which direction to go. “Problems?” Derek asked, not making things easier on her.
“I just don’t know which room I’m sleeping in. I’ve been so busy, I haven’t even had time to explore where everything has been placed,” she said.
“I thought you knew where the master bedroom was,” he said as he continued to stare at her. She looked at him like a deer in a headlight. She wasn’t ready to fall back into bed with him but they’d been getting along and she didn’t want the truce to end. She didn’t know what to do.
Derek grabbed her by the arms and kissed her mindlessly, as he molded their bodies together. He had her breathing heavily and her mind a complete blank. She could so easily cave into her own needs and his as well.
He let her go just as suddenly as he had grabbed her and glared down at her. “I have never had to force a woman to be with me and I’m not forcing you. You take the master room and I will take one of the guest rooms, for now. You’ll beg me to join you soon, though,” he said with an arrogance that had her teeth grinding together.
“I wouldn’t hold your breath,” she stormed and then walked away from him and shut the door in his face. Derek thought about going after her for about a minute, before he realized that would just end up with them in bed again, with nothing solved.
He could bide his time for a little while longer but if she didn’t come to him soon then he’d implode. He strode to the far end of the hall and walked into the only other room with a bed in it. He jumped in the shower and froze his erection away, before climbing into her small bed. He laid there for hours, picturing her in his huge four poster, king sized bed, which made him hard and miserable again. It didn’t help at all with her scent seeming to be soaked into the bed and surrounding him. He groaned as he tossed and turned.
They had to come to an understanding before too long, or he wasn’t going to make it. His body just couldn’t take the pain.
Jasmine slept unbelievably well. She felt a tiny bit of guilt over taking Derek’s bed but what a bed it was. It was huge and comfortable and the sheets and covers were soft and silky. She had laid down, thinking she’d be awake for hours but the next thing she knew it was morning. She stretched out her arms and realized she had no aches anywhere. She was thinking she should’ve bought a bed like this years ago.
She took a long shower in the master bathroom and was delighted when four different heads all applied varying amounts of pressure over her body. She stayed in there for about an hour and the hot water never ran out. She couldn’t wait to try out the deep tub with the jets.
Jasmine came down the stairs to find Jacob and Derek sitting at the table, eating some cereal. Jacob was his usual talkative self, sputtering about his new room and how he couldn’t wait to have his friends over. She smiled to see her son so happy and excited.
Derek looked up at her and she almost gasped out loud at how rumpled he looked. He had dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept at all and his clothing was even wrinkled. She didn’t know what to say, considering she’d slept better than she ever had in his comfortable bed, while he looked like he had tossed and turned the entire night.
“Good morning,” she finally said, almost singing the words, she felt so good. Derek said nothing; it was more of a grumble. She had to fight the laughter. He was even gorgeous grumpy, rumpled and snarling.
She cleaned up their breakfast mess, enjoying the high tech appliances in the kitchen. She wanted to get more groceries so she could do a bunch of baking. She couldn’t wait to smell the sweetness of pumpkin bread scenting the house.