Unconditional

Chapter 2

When I woke up the next morning, I was in my bed. It was 9:30 a.m. Ugh! Too Early! I rolled over to face Chris. He looked so handsome and peaceful.

Anyway, I got up to use the bathroom down the hall. On my way to the bathroom I peeked in my guest room and Dionne was sprawled across the bed, knocked out. I used the bathroom quickly, wanting to get back into bed. When I stood up and looked into the mirror as I washed my hands I noticed I was out of my work clothes. I was wearing a night blue tank top with light blue lace around the edges and then the matching shorts. I didn't have a bra on. That is how I sleep but I know I didn't undress myself... so, should that be a problem?

I went back to my room and laid back in my spot. I stared at Chris' face for a while before I called him.

"Chris," I whispered, unsure if I wanted to wake him up or not.

He opened one eye, Oh well, Too late!

"Yeah," he answered groggily.

Whoa! He had sexy deep morning voice. Not that he didn't have a sexy voice period but in the morning too? It sounded different but still sexy.

"I'm in my pajamas... I don't have on a bra."

"Isn't that how you sleep?" he asked even though he knew the answer.

"Yeah but..." I started but he cut me off.

"Don't worry, I didn't try anything," he responded, then grinned, "I want you to be fully conscious, aware... and willing... when we make love."

I popped him in the head playfully. Do I encourage his sexual behavior? He laughed and asked me was I hungry.

"Yeah, now I am. What are you going to buy?"

"Nothing. I'm going to cook."

"Well make some for Dionne too."

"I'm not rude. I know better than that."

"Okay."

When he left out I sat up in bed with my back against the headboard and pulled my laptop out of my nightstand next to my bed. I got on Facebook and updated my status to: Wassup for today? Tryna either go out or just hang out...

Within the next ten minutes, 20 people commented on my status with all different kinds of plans. I'll get back to them later though. I closed my laptop and flicked on the t.v. and watched some reruns of ANTM (America's Next Top Model).

A half an hour later Chris came with breakfast on a tray. He sat on my bed and began to feed me. French toast, scrambled eggs, and maple flavored turkey link sausages. It was actually good.

I remembered when we use to always bomb on each others food before even started hanging out on the regular. I laughed at the thought.

"What's so funny?" Chris asked looking confused.

"Nothing. Just reminiscing..."

"Well reminisce with me."

"Well I remember how I used to sneak over your house to see you."

He smiled at the thought. I used to sacrifice everything for him but not once have I asked myself didn't he deserve it. Because I love him.

I stayed stuck in the house growing up. Even as a teenager. That's why I made a promise to myself when I was 14 that I would have my own everything at eighteen. I've saved up everything I've ever earned to get where I am now.

Always being caged in my adolescent years. It makes me seem like kind of a loner now. I mean don't get me wrong, I know how to have fun. But I only hang with close people and it's hard for me to really let someone get to know me. I guess that's why I'm still in love with Chris.