Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1

THIRTY EIGHT

The first thing I did waking up that morning was think. Poetic, I know, but I had to. I had so many things rushing through my mind I found it harder and harder to keep track of them. Sometimes I believed I thought too much about things, other times I thought too little to the point I was careless. Now? I didn't know how and what I was thinking of, but one thing was for sure, I needed to figure out this whole Roman thing.

You see, my plan originally was keeping it to just the deal, clinical almost, but now... now I knew too much. Now I was Roman's friend. How could I go back to being Roman's friend when all I wanted to do was rip his clothes off every time I saw him? I tried not to think of it – really, I did. However, it was inevitable, and the inevitable had a horrible way of sneaking up on you, especially considering the Spring Fling was right around the corner.

I let out a long sigh and reached my hand to the other side of the bed. I didn't remember Roman leaving, but he must have as I rubbed my hand around the empty sheets. He was gone.

Sitting up, I looked over at the void where his body was, and a chill of coldness spread throughout my body. Where was he? I pressed my feet against the cold, wooden floor and padded over to my drawers to find some fresh underwear, considering I wasn't wearing any, and a pair of shorts that became hidden as I slipped them on under the oversized, red hoodie that once belong to Roman, now belonging to me.

I waited at the top of the stairs, listening to see if my parents were awake. The clattering of pots and pans told me they were, and I trekked down the stairs, letting the delicious smell of bacon and eggs waft over my senses.

As I reached the bottom however, I was met with I sight I didn't expect to see. There was Roman. By the stove. Cooking bacon. And my parents were with him!

I almost screamed for several reasons; one being the fact that my mom never let anyone cook in the kitchen besides herself, occasionally my dad and I with given instructions, and two, Roman wore the same clothes as yesterday making it obvious to the fact that he slept over and my parents were not dumb, so leading on to number three, they most likely knew that Roman and I had sex last night and I had absolutely no idea how to feel content with that knowledge.

"Morning, sweetheart." My dad noticed me standing at the bottom of the stairs as he sat at the breakfast table drinking his coffee.

"Yes, morning, sweetheart." My mom stared at me with a little knowing glint in her eyes. I almost died right there and then.

"What... What's this?" 'this' meaning this whole situation. My mom got up from her seat and walked over to me with a smile on her face.

"Roman here wanted to cook breakfast." Her smile never faded. "Isn't that lovely?"

"Yes..." I spoke very slowly. "Very –" I coughed, "– lovely."

"Here." My mom passed me a mug of piping hot coffee. "You look like you need some." I didn't miss the wink as she walked away. Without a second to spare, I rushed over to Roman, frantically sipping my coffee as if to wake myself up from whatever the hell was going on.

"What the hell are you doing?" I snapped as I got close enough for only him to hear me.

"I told you," he answered, "I'm having a 'Roman Day'." Roman Day. Right.

"Yeah, but I didn't realise that 'Roman Day' meant having breakfast with my parents too." I hissed.

"We played Scrabble with your parents last night." He reminded.

"Yeah, but breakfast is... different." Adam never even had breakfast with my parents let alone made it.

"Look, I was only going to make us breakfast and then they came down and I felt bad for not offering so here we are." Part of it melted my heart and the other part still made me anxious. "Just relax, okay?"