Some Things Can't Be Solved With Just Clues

Chapter 16: Morning Pleasantries

My eyes slowly flutter open, and I wince at the pain on my face and body. Ugh, last night. I try to get up, but am trapped by a block of muscle. Or more specifically, Con's chest. I blush when I realize what's happening: I'm being spooned by Con... and that's not the most surprising thing. I'm being spooned by Con, but I'm the small spoon. I always thought Con would be bottom... I guess not...

I can feel him breathing, his body moving up... down... up... down... He's still asleep, I conclude. He snores too... Con never seemed like the snoring type. What else don't I know about him? And why do I have this undeniable feeling that I want to know more about him?

I try to move his arm from across my body, with no such luck. I turn around to see his adorable sleeping face, but I can't think about that now. I have to piss, and I have to piss bad. I lightly slap his cheek, making him groan in his sleep. When that didn't work, I slap him a bit harder, finally making him jerk up.

"Hey, I need to use the bathroom... do you mind?" I smile at him. He doesn't reply, since he's still half-asleep, but manages to remove his arm from my body. I lay there for a minute, missing the warmth of his arm before I can't stand the pressure in my bladder anymore.

I get up, and walk to the bathroom. When I look back, I see something sticking out from underneath the covers, something that most men got in the morning: morning wood. I look at him for a second longer before I decide that my need to relieve myself was more important than ogling my partner.

Finally at the bathroom, I lift the toilet seat up and proceed to do my business. I also take this opportunity to have a quick shower and brush my teeth -  don't wanna be smellin' stank. I was out on the street like... all night and day. When I get back, Con is already out of bed and probably in the kitchen. I walk out of his room, getting caught by the wafting smell of freshly made pancakes, the scent getting stronger and stronger every step I take.

I rush to the kitchen to find Con in an apron that says, "Kiss the Cook," and a spatula in his hand, flipping pancakes. I sit down at the kitchen island, ready for my food.

"Oh, you're back," Con says upon seeing me, "want some pancakes?"

"Is that even a question? I didn't know you could cook... "

"There's a lot of little things you don't know about me," Con winks, "but I'm looking forward to sharing them with you."

    After breakfast, we decide to talk about what happened yesterday after I left The Funhouse.

    "So what'd you find at The Funhouse?" I ask, echoing the question from last night.

    Con stares at me, and there was something about that look that I didn't like. "There was a lot of blood." he says - pained and his voice shaking. "No weapon - I think Rice was stabbed but, she's not dead. We would've found her body if she were. She definitely managed to escape."

    "How do you know, Con? That guy... He could've... "

    I shake my head, confused, "What do you mean?"

    "Well, she got away but, she was on a bike. Anything could've happened - she could've fell off or... "

    I stop him, "Alright - I get it... but that guy - he was always smiling at me. There's something about him that scares me... he seems unhinged. He reminds me of a ticking time bomb."

"What happened when you chased after him?"

"He made an exchange with some druggie, I dunno. When I confronted him, I tried asking him some questions and he just... overcame me." I purse my lips with distaste, "He said that Rice hurt him and so he did something to her as payback."

"Did he say what?"

"No, Con."

Silence filled the room while we both took in the information the other one had shared. Mostly, I was worried if Rice made it out there alive. I keep thinking about Rice crying...  and then an image of her getting stabbed by that guy. I clench my fists, my eyes begin to water - what if she's really...

A knock at the door.

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PinxNote: oh?????? i wonder who that could be ;)