Six

At some point in the night, Declan and I had moved to the bedroom. We had had sex again. And then Declan had drifted off to sleep. I’d stayed up for a while longer, looking around his room from my place on the bed. I grabbed some water from his kitchen, too, surprised at the quality and amount of utensils and appliances he had. I guess he enjoyed cooking.

Or maybe he had a private chef or something. He seemed like the kind of rich guy who would.

Then, I slipped back in bed with him. He stirred in his sleep when the bed dipped, but continued his slumber. He was so handsome. I traced the curve of his lips, the sharp angle of his jaw, his high and slender nose, defined cheekbones. And the bouncy expanse of his thick black hair. He had the kind of aristocratic look you saw in historical movies.

I thought of how I would always think of this night. The best sex of my life with this handsome man.

When the morning came, I slowly slipped out of bed. I washed up in his bathroom, which was so luxurious I felt like I was in a hotel. When I slipped out, dressed again in my party clothes for last night, Declan was wide awake, staring at me as I stepped out of the bathroom. He was in bed, the sheets wrapped around his legs. His piercing blue gaze followed me around the room.

“Good morning,” he mumbled, his voice low and throaty.

“Good morning.” I spoke. I picked up my heels from the floor.

“You’re leaving.” He said. It was more of a question. I nodded.

“Come here.” Even sleepy, his voice was authoritative in the hottest way. I walked over to him, and he grabbed my hand. He pulled, and I tumbled right on top of him with an “Oof.”

He lightly pinched my waist, and I yelped playfully. “Bad girl,” he tsked, “Were you planning on sneaking out on me?”

“No,” I squeaked, but it was a lie. He nipped my ear. “You’re dressed, I don’t like it.”

He pushed my skirt up, grabbing my ass over my underwear. He slapped it. I let out a breathy moan.

“Come on. I’ll make you breakfast.”

He got out of bed, and walked to his closet. Opening the doors, he grabbed something, throwing it to me. A t shirt. “Put this on. You can wear it home.”

My mouth dried. It was so sweet of him to give me his clothes. I took off my dirty top from last night and put on his T shirt. It was plain grey and big on me.

While he brushed his teeth and freshened up, I waited in his kitchen. I decided to start the espresso machine so we could have coffee with our breakfast.

Declan cooked us fancy bagel sandwiches. And I made myself an iced coffee while he had the espresso plain.

We talked about House of the Dragon while we ate. He had all the Game of Thrones books on a shelf in his living room, among many others. And we discussed the show and the books. It was cute that he was such a nerd about it, too. I hadn’t expected it.

After eating, I finally stood up to leave. “Um, thanks for the food. It was really good.”

He smiled, “I’m glad you liked it. I’m a great cook.” I rolled my eyes at the brag, but it seemed true till now.

“I could drive - ” He began.

I shook my head, “Oh no… no need. I can go by myself. It’s not a very long walk from here.”

He licked his lips, “I could but I have a meeting.”

My cheeks warmed at my assumption.

“But,” Declan lightly stroked my wrist his thumb, “I want to see you again. Give me your phone number.”

“Oh” I was a little surprised. So he was interested in me…and not just being a gentleman. “Yeah. It’s nine-nine-seven-“

Declan chuckled, “Wait, dove. Write it down.” He looked around and found his phone. I punched in my number. “I’ll text you,” he promised. “I’ll wait for it.”

I went back home with a spring in my step. Cassie was laying on the couch of the living room when I walked, or rather danced in. She eyed me. “How was your night?” I asked cheerfully, unable to help myself and grinning from ear to ear.

She groaned. “Disgusting. I threw up in Mike’s car. And I didn’t meet anyone nice.”

I frowned, “We can go again sometime. I’m sure you’ll find someone.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at me, “Hmm, like you did?”

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness inside me. “Oh, Cassie. He’s so hot, and so sweet. And he took my number so I’ll be seeing him again.”

“How was the sex?” She deadpanned.

I gulped, “Amazing.”

She nodded. “Glad you had great sex. But they never call back. So don’t get your hopes up, okay?”

I frowned at her comment. But she was right. He might not call me and might have taken my number just to be polite. But a girl could dream!

“Don’t worry.” I said, “I’ll be careful. Besides, classes start tomorrow, so I’ve got something to get busy with. Did you eat yet?”

Cassie buried her face in a pillow. “Don’t talk about food to me.”

“Let me make you something light, okay?” I offered, and she nodded slowly.

I went to the kitchen and started on a simple porridge recipe I ate when I had hangovers. I was still tired from not having slept properly, but there was a fire in me I couldn’t quieten down. As I cooked, I thought of Declan, and his hands, and his eyes, and his chest, and his…