Page 75 of Show Me How to Heal
“It’s too big,” I said with a shrug. “I mean, yeah, it’s beautiful. That’s why I fell in love with it, but it’s way too big for one person.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” Zayne mumbled.
I pushed my bedroom door open, letting Sammy run inside before following him. Zayne was the last one to enter and shut the door behind him. He whistled.
“Wow, that’s a big bed.”
“Yeah… it’s pretty great… hey, uhm… the bathroom is through that door,” I said, changing my mind about asking questions about what he was doing here at the last second. I nodded towards the door to the ensuite, then unleashed Sammy, helping him on the bed where he made himself comfortable right in the middle.
Great.
No cuddling Zayne tonight for me.
Maybe it was for the best.
I climbed into bed, too, pulling the warm blankets up to my nose while watching Zayne undress.
Damn. He was hot. Dead on his feet, yet still good looking.
He swayed a little as he walked towards the bed, climbing in on the other side, scrunching up his nose. “You don’t have a comforter?”
“That weird stuff?” I shook my head. “Well, the stuff’s in the linen closet, but I couldn’t figure out how to use it, so I bought new duvets and blankets and normal sheets instead. Sorry.”
“I’ll survive,” he said, voice already a little slurred. He burrowed his nose in the fluffy duvet, letting out a sigh. “I know we need to talk, but I’m glad I’m here,” he mumbled so quietly I’d almost missed it.
“Yeah… me, too.”
My mind was still trying to wrap itself around the fact that Zayne was in my bed for the first time ever when I heard a soft snoring from the other side of the bed.
“Gute Nacht,” I whispered even though Zayne was already fast asleep.
The next time I woke up, my bed was still warm, but empty. I vaguely remembered waking up at some point in the night with Zayne in my arms, but he wasn’t there anymore. Neither was Sammy.
I let out a yawn, sat up, and stretched my arms, making my back pop. I actually felt rested. Considering the brightness of the room, I guessed I’d slept for a long time, and I would love nothing more than to stay in bed and relax for a little while longer, but I was alone, and there were noises coming from downstairs.
So I carefully got out of bad, flinched when the all too familiar pain shot up my leg, grabbed my crutched, and headed to the bathroom to relieve myself before grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie and making my way downstairs.
Upon entering the kitchen, warmth spread in my chest. Zayne stood at the stove in a pair of my sweatpants — which were a very loose fit on him — a spatula in hand, humming contentedly while flipping pancakes.
“It smells delicious,” I said, inhaling deeply. It smelled like pancakes, chocolate, bacon, and coffee. A heady combination that made my stomach growl loudly.
Yeah, I might have skipped dinner last night, stuffing my face with ice cream instead, so now I was fucking hungry.
“Morning,” Zayne said, turning around and looking at me with a tentative smile on his face. “I hope it’s okay I’m making breakfast?”
“Sure.” As if I’d ever argue against him cooking.
Sammy sat right next to Zayne, his eyes never leaving the stove, obviously hoping he’d get a piece of bacon. I sincerely hoped Zayne hadn’t given in because if he let Sammy have a single piece of bacon now, he’d never stop trying to beg for more.
“Can I help you with anything?” I asked, but Zayne basically shook his head before I’d even finished my question.
“No. These are the last pancakes. Sit down.” He nodded towards my breakfast bar where there was already a big plate laden with pancakes, a plate filled with bacon, yoghurt, maple syrup, two cups of coffee, milk, and sugar. And a little bowl with various fruit.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I told him while climbing on the stool.
“I wanted to,” he said. “Besides, we can’t talk if we’re hungry. We’d be at each other’s throat the whole time. Unnecessarily.”
He was right, but still…
