Cookies & Cream Ch. 5

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Now what?

Submitted: December 29, 2010

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I awoke beside Billy. He laid on the right side of the bed, away from the window. Just like the morning before. It was still dark, so I guess I woke up pretty early. I slid out of bed, with the help of those silky sheets without a sound. I put his baggy clothes back on and headed to the bathroom. Staring in the mirror at myself, I looked as bad as I felt. My hair was messy, my droopy eyes hung low, my lips were swollen and I looked like a tomboy off the streets. What did Billy see in me? I know I just woke up, but he shouldn’t see me this way. I splashed water on my face to feel somewhat refreshed. Brushed my hair I grabbed from the sink and fingered combed it with the help of some water. It was okay; nothing great.

I decided to check out his large house. Besides the living room, kitchen and master bedroom, I had no clue what the other doors were for. A door on the right hall was like a game room; a man’s paradise: big flat screen, pool table, another bar full of liquor and a few comfy lounging chairs. The next door ended up being just a guest room, probably for his friends since his father was pretty uptight. It was smaller than his room, but still big enough for two people. Across from that room was another door, but with disappointment I found out, it was locked. What did he have to hide? My stomach grumbled, but I ignored it to check back on Billy. He was still soundly asleep. I moved his hair out his face and with a kiss on his forehead, he stirred in his sleep. I debated in my head whether to wake him up or not, but decided against it. I was hungry and I wanted something to eat, so I started for the kitchen.

I usually ate something small for breakfast, but last night had my appetite craving for more. Since he was a great cook, he actually had groceries which most bachelors don’t. I really needed to stop comparing Billy to other guys I’ve been with. He was different and I wanted something different, since the same wasn’t working for me. I began with the eggs and sausage patties, and then finished with waffles. When I was done cooking, Billy sneaked behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Hey, babe. Your cooking woke me up. It smells so good.” he said holding me. “Thanks, but it’s your fault I’m so hungry.” he laughed. “Sit down so we can eat.”

The elegant table, seemed too pretty to disrupt, but Billy didn’t notice it. He treated it like we were at McDonalds or some fast food restaurant. I placed his plate down in front of him and I sat ahead of the table to his right. After a long silence, he said, “It’s been awhile since a woman has ever cooked for me.” he stared at me. “Your something special, you know that, Sarah?” I stared back stunned. “Just because I cooked for you? I-I don’t understand.” wiping my mouth. “No. Not just because you cooked, but… my maid taught me how to cook when I was young, I begged her to teach me and when she did, she said, “Once a woman cooks for you, you'll have her forever.” his serious face softened. “That’s sweet. I never had a maid though. I had to teach myself because my mom worked so much.” I said. “Well, I’m glad you did. It was great.You'regreat.” he said. “I’ll get your plate.” trying to escape his stares. “No. You cooked, let me at least do the dishes.” he took my plate and I sat back down. Forever is a long time, I thought.


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