Book 3 - Chapter 46 : The Morning After

= Sarah POV =

I woke up feeling more rested than I had felt in ages. I turned over, and to my surprise, I smelt Chris' cologne on my pillow. Did she sleep here last night?

I bit my lip, looking around for a moment – yes my door was closed – and then I buried my face into the bill, drinking up her scent like I was a camel at a well. I had to get a hold of my Chris-cravings, they were getting worse and worse, and I didn't know how to manage them anymore.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and the door suddenly opened; Chris came in with a tray of my favorites; croissants, scrambled eggs, chicken sausages and orange juice. 

'Thank goodness she didn't come a second earlier,' I thought to myself as I smiled delightedly up at her.

"Hi sweetheart you're up, how did you sleep?" Chris smiled, and to my absolute delight, instead of bringing the tray to me, she set it down on the already assembled coffee table at the foot of my bed.

I slipped into my favorite spot to eat and rubbed my eyes as I tried to see the delicious meal before me. 

"Look, I know the food looks amazing, but do you think you can eat with all that hair in your face?" Chris asked, pushing back my unruly locks as I leaned forward to inspect the food. 

I looked up at Chris, ready to pout my way out of going for a shower. However, she held up a scrunchie and asked, " May I?" which threw me off.

I nodded, and Chris got up, kneeling back down beside me, and leaned close. She gently reached up and ran her fingers through my hair as if she had done it a million times before. With deft fingers, she pulled back my hair, tying it neatly so it wouldn't fall into my face as I ate. 

"Umm... thank you," I said, looking up at her curiously, " You would usually just tell me to go wash up," I said. 

"Well, to be honest, I only ask you that so that I can watch you get up and walk away. From most vantage points, I enjoy a clear view of your derriere." Chris winked as she got up again, sat back down on the side of the table, and pulled one of the two breakfast trays over to her. 

"No, you didn't… This whole time, you've been checking out my butt?" I asked and lightly pushed her on the arm. 

"Oi!" Chris suddenly cried out, " That hurt; kiss it and make it better," Chris pouted, rubbing the spot I pushed.

My jaw dropped " Hey! That's my line! I mean… that's what I-" I started, but her large doe eyes were disarming as she threw her clearly defined bicep towards me. 

I blushed as I leaned forward and gently kissed the spot she pointed at on her arm. 

"It still hurts; I need one more," she said, looking down sadly, so I sighed and leaned in, but instead of her arm, I was met with her lips, soft and subtle, kissing me gently and then pulling away just as fast. 

I gasped and covered my mouth.

"I have not brushed my teeth, Chris! What are you up to? Are you ok?" I asked, feeling my face flush hotter than usual. 

"I think you smell lovely no matter what state you are in," Chris replied calmly, glancing over at me with a smile tugging the corners of her lips and then back down at the food as she picked up the utensils and began cutting into the food. 

I on the other hand was flabbergast. I couldn't. I couldn't just sit there anymore when she was teasing me this much and this quickly. I jumped up and rushed out of the room. I was in no state to keep receiving these sorts of intimate teases! 

I rushed to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I brushed my teeth quickly, and then, grabbing a face cloth, I applied some facial cleanser and scrubbed my face like I was trying to scrub the blush from my cheeks. It seemed to work a little bit as my face cooled down, but as I splashed water to clean off all the foam, I felt a slap on my butt, which made me jump and turn, finding Chris coming over to casually wash her hands and dry them on the hand towel.

"Wha-" I started, but Chris cut me off.

"You just ran off; I thought something had happened to you. Now I see you just wanted to wash up a bit. I'll grab you some coffee, k? I wouldn't want you to go through withdrawals because I was neglectful," Chris winked and left me blushing fiercely in the bathroom.

I shook my head as I clutched onto the face towel. The only withdrawals I was going to start suffering from were Chris-craving withdrawals. How much longer could I keep myself in check before I dissolved into a needy, begging, pleading mess?