Strictly Professional

33: Feelings

ELLE
Million Dollar Man-Lana Del Rey

I was truthfully quite disoriented when I woke up the next morning, mostly because I wasn't in my bed. Instead, I woke up in one I was starting to believe I'd never get to lay in again and the relief I felt to be engulfed in his scent first thing in the morning was a lot more than I'd like to admit.

He wasn't next to me though, but I knew he was somewhere in the house from the distant sounds seeping through the half opened door of his bedroom. I was glad I decided to come here yesterday, but I was even more glad it happened to be a Friday night, because I had no responsibilities to worry about. And I finally felt like I got a good night's sleep last night, feeling refreshed and well rested. I was, however a bit sore. And that was because he practically slept on top me for half the night.

He was absolutely drained last night, barely able to keep his eyes open. So I didn't blame him he basically fell asleep the second his body made contact with the bed. He stayed in the position he fell asleep in for quite a while. And I honestly didn't mind it at all. It felt nice to get to hold him instead of the other way around for once. It did mean though I was unable to move a single muscle for quite a while, which resulted in the tension in them.

Sitting up in the king size bed and stretching my arms out, I heard my neck and shoulders crack. I rolled my head a couple of times before getting up, quickly going into the bathroom before I ventured to the rest of the house to find him. And I managed to pinpoint his location as I climbed down the stairs, the sounds getting louder and louder as I reached the kitchen.

Whistling aimlessly to himself, he was in front of the stove. The sound of a sizzling pan had me in shock that he was actually cooking. I knew he could, but I've never seen him in action except for the handful of times he'd help me by doing small tasks. I stayed silent, leaning against the archway at the entrance of the big room and taking in his presence.

"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone." He sang to himself, subtly swinging to the melody he had in his head. I was still unable to wrap my head around the fact he had such a good voice. And I knew nothing about it up until he sent me that video. I remember being in utter shock when I began watching it the first time.

"It's not warm when she's away." He continued, trying to mimic the voice of the original. Making it obvious he didn't know the lyrics that followed, he proceeded to whistle the rest of the melody as he flipped what looked like a pancake in the pan. And I remained in my spot for a couple more seconds, taking in the sight before me before he turned around, his head darting to me in surprise when he noticed me.

"How long have you been standing there?" He cocked an eyebrow, moving towards the kitchen island to place the plates in his hands.

"Enough to hear you sing." I chuckled as I fully entered the room, making my way to him.

"Why have I been deprived of that voice for so long?" I pouted, wrapping my arms around his waist. Even though it did feel a bit odd being so affectionate with him again after everything that took place, I couldn't help myself.

"If you like it so much, I'm gonna sing to you more often." He chuckled, hugging me back and letting me rest my head under his chin.

"Please do. And don't forget the guitar." I looked up at him, leaving a quick kiss on his jaw as he stifled a laugh.

"I made breakfast." He proudly announced and I turned to see the array of plates spread out onto the counter space.

"Impressive." I rose my eyebrows, nodding my head as I made my way to the other side of the island, taking a seat on a stool in front of an empty  plate and cutlery set for me. It wasn't anything fancy; just eggs, toast, bacon and some form of pancake. But just the gesture he made to get up and prepare all this for the two of us had my heart fluttering with appreciation for him.