Page 84 of Blinded By Love

Having Hayden take care of me was the worst because I couldn’t do anything about it. I tried to make him go away and leave me to take care of myself but he wouldn’t.

He had to take me to his apartment and lay me in his bed and fall asleep next to me while wrapping his arms around me while I fell asleep in his arms.

I hated how my heart felt warm with how he was with me and I wish I could stop the way I feel or stop all of the voices in my head saying how Hayden must care for me and how he possibly likes me. Those thoughts are dangerous.

Hayden and I are nothing yet I feel almost everything for him.

Yesterday he was so caring towards me and I loved how he handled me gently and made sure I was okay.

What I feel horrible about though is that Hayden had to take care of me on his birthday when he was supposed to be having fun. I can’t help but think I ruined his night.

So that’s why I’m making Hayden breakfast because I want to do something for him.

Thankfully he didn’t wake up when I left him in bed. He had his arms wrapped around me like I was a teddy bear. It was hard to leave his arms.

Natalia and Chris are in her room, sleeping. I’m making them a plate too because my mom always told me if you are making yourself food or getting food, aways get or make some for the others who will see it.

It’s a stupid rule she always had but it makes sense.

Whenever I would go out and get food she always expected me to bring her food too which I think was stupid at the time, still kind of do, but it’s a habit now that I can’t get rid of.

I’m making clatite, which is a Romanian crepe. It’s the same as a regular crepe, but I’m just using my grandma’s recipe.

They are hard to flip and I’ve always had trouble making them when I was younger but after my mom made me make them more throughout the years, I eventually mastered how to make them.

As I drizzle the crepe mix in the pan I feel arms wrap around my waist. A hard and warm chest presses against my back and I feel butterflies make their way to my stomach. I can’t help but blush and look down at his arms around my waist and try not to focus on the way my stomach clenches and how the spot between my legs pulses.

Jesus, he is just hugging you, it’s not that serious.

“Hi,” he says, his lips grazing my ear making goosebumps appear on my skin. “What are you making?’

“Clatite. It’s my grandma’s recipe.”

"What is that?”

“Romanian crepes.” I say while I flip the crepe. “It’s basically the same as a regular crepe from France, just a different recipe.” I rest the spatula on the counter and grab a crepe from the plate, turning around and facing Hayden. “Try it,” I say as I roll the crepe to make it look like a tube. Hayden takes a bite of the crepe out of my hand and I glare at him. “You didn’t have to be an animal and do that. You could have just grabbed it.”

Hayden smirks at me while he chews on the crepe. “It’s good.” He licks his bottom lip making my eyes go there. Hayden takes the other half of the crepe in my hand and puts the rest in his mouth. “It would taste even better with Nutella or whipped cream.”

My eyes go back to his. “You can put strawberry jam on it. My mom would always make it that way.”

I turn back to the stove and turn it off. I grab the last crepe and put it on the big plate that is filled with the rest of the crepes I made. I grab the plate and place it on the table. I already placed the rest of the breakfast there. I also made bacon and eggs for everyone to eat.

“Why did you do all this?” Hayden asks, making me turn around to look at him.

I really look at him as he leans his hip against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest making his biceps look ten times bigger.

He has such nice arms.

I feel the need to lick every muscle on them. Fighting does wonders for him. His hair looks messy from probably bed head and his lips are plump.

How does he manage to always look good in the mornings?”

“I felt bad for last night,” I admit and cross my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling small and intimidated.

Hayden furrows his eyebrows at me as if I offended him. “Why?”

“Because it was your birthday and you shouldn’t have taken care of me.”

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