Not So Bad After All (BWWM)(EDITING)

Chapter Twenty Nine

Not So Bad After All
Book One
Chapter Twenty Nine
Rose's Pov

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I woke to the smell of bacon. Maybe that's just the fat girl in me but where's there's bacon, I should be.

I had fallen asleep on Jayden's couch last night so I really don't know how I ended up in his bed completely tucked in like a small child.

I pulled the covers back and hopped down from his tall bed. The bedroom door was cracked and with my bare feet, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, following the smell of bacon.

I heard him speaking and thought he was on the phone so I stopped in my tracks, not wanting to interrupt him.

"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far redder than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breast are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head," He spoke while I could hear him also moving around in the kitchen.

He's reciting poetry again. Sonnet 130, William Shakespeare.

I peeked into the kitchen to see him. His hands were flat on the counter top as he used it for support with his head down. His shirtless back begging to be touched.

"I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, but no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks," He continued not moving and inch. "I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare as any she belied with false compare."

My heart was pounding in my chest He memorized all of my favorite poems... But why? And why recite it right now?

There are so much more to Jayden than anyone could ever know, but I desperately want to with a hunger in me that I've never felt before.

Listening to him recite poetry in that deep emotional baritone of his voice did thing to my body... Most of all, it did things to my heart.

Jayden to cook, his back and shoulders muscles pulling, stretching and flexing with every movement. I wanted to reach out and touch him so bad.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," I said as I hesitantly entered the kitchen.

He quickly glanced up at me and then averted his eyes. "Ditto Mouse. Sit down."

I  did as he asked and sat down at the island. "Yes, sir."

He placed a plate of food in front of me and I just stared at it, "Wow, this is a lot of food."

Three large pancakes, five strips of bacon, three sausages, cheesy eggs, hash browns and two pieces of toast...

"Too much?" He asked a bit sheepish.

I giggled and nodded, "Just a little."

He chuckled and hung his head then looked up at me through his lashes and I almost drooled.

Damn that was cute...

"I wasn't sure how much I should make. I've never cooked for anyone but myself before."

"Why'd you cook for me anyway? I should be cooking for you. Your the one who's probably hungover." I took a bite of the bacon and almost moaned in pleasure.

If Heaven was a food...

"This is just my way of trying to say thank you for yesterday..." He looked everywhere but at me. "And an apology... for the way I acted. I know it seemed like I didn't appreciate what you did for me, but I want you to know that I did... I do..."