Page 27 of Rhett

We lie here in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying being close. I find myself marveling at how natural and right this feels. I've never been one for cuddling or pillow talk after sex. I’m usually getting dressed and leaving shortly after I come.

Now, I could stay in bed for weeks with Sofia, just like this. I should be scared, I should be freaking out about how much I have fallen for her already, but I’m not… at all.

She starts breathing heavy and sinks deeper into me. I pull back and see she’s out, closing my eyes it takes no time at all, thankfully, for me to fall asleep as well.

The alarm blares loudly, jolting me out of a deep sleep. I groan and reach over to silence it, careful not to disturb Sofia, who is still curled up against my side. As much as I want to stay in bed with her, I know I need to get up and get ready for my shift.

I gently extricate myself from Sofia's grasp, trying not to wake her. She stirs slightly but doesn't open her eyes. I take a moment to just look at her, admiring how beautiful she is even in sleep. Her red hair is tousled around her face, her lips slightly parted. I resist the urge to kiss her, not wanting to wake her up when she doesn't have to be up for a few more minutes.

After getting the coffee going, I take a quick shower, and I get dressed in my uniform. Back in my bedroom, I find Sofia pushing herself up in bed, her face soft with sleep. I crawl on the bed and brush her hair out of her face before kisses her softly on the lips.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I say softly.

She smiles at me. “Good morning.”

“I have to go, but I’m leaving spare keys on the counter for you to lock up when you leave.” I kiss her one more time and lean back. “Fuck, I don’t want to go.”

Sofia gets up on her knees. “Go save lives and I’ll see you tomorrow night.” She shoves me away playfully. “Now go, so I can snoop through your drawers.”

I smile as she giggles softly and then back away. “Okay, I’m going. I’ll see you later.” Before I walk out, I grab the spare keys out of my junk drawer and toss them on the counter for her. Walking out to my Jeep, I head to the station and I do it smiling.

I pull up to Sofia's apartment building excited to see her. Yesterday’s shift felt even longer than usual, but knowing I had this to look forward to today made it tolerable. Earlier I managed to take a nap because I wanted to be rested up for tonight.

Grabbing my overnight bag from the passenger seat, I head inside, pressing the buzzer for her to let me in. I open the security door and jog up the stairs to her floor. I knock, smiling when I hear her footsteps approaching.

Sofia opens it with a bright smile. “Hey, you,” she says, pulling me in for a kiss.

I wrap my arms around her waist, deepening the kiss for a moment before pulling back. “Mmm, I missed you,” I murmur against her lips.

She tugs me inside, closing the door behind us. “I missed you too. How was your shift?”

I set my bag down and follow her into the kitchen. “Long, but not too bad. A couple minor calls, nothing major, thankfully.”

Sofia leads me into the kitchen where amazing smells are coming from. “I'm glad it wasn't too crazy. I made us chicken parmesan for dinner. It should be ready in about ten minutes.”

“It smells incredible,” I compliment, wrapping my arms around her from behind and kissing her neck. “You didn't have to go to all this trouble.”

She turns in my arms to face me, smiling up at me. “I wanted to. Plus, I know you probably haven't had a home-cooked meal in a while.”

I smile down at her. “You're right about that. The guys and I usually just order takeout or make something quick at the station.”

Sofia pushes up on her toes to kiss me softly. “Well then, I hope you're hungry.”

“Starving,” I murmur against her lips before capturing them in a deeper kiss.

We get lost in the kiss, so much so that I pick her up and set her on the counter. Moving between her legs, our tongues duel and my dick immediately gets hard. Of course, with her I feel that way all the time.

The timer goes off and I pull away. “Shit, sorry. I got a little carried away.”

“Um… yeah. I better see to dinner.” Sofia kisses me and then hops off the counter. “Have a seat while I finish up,” she tells me before going to the oven.

Sofia moves gracefully around the kitchen, pulling the chicken parmesan out of the oven and plating it up alongside some pasta. The aroma is mouthwatering.

“This looks amazing,” I tell her as she sets a plate in front of me at the small kitchen table.

She smiles, a light blush coloring her cheeks. “I hope you like it. It's one of my mom's recipes.”

We dig in and I can't hold back a groan of appreciation at the first bite. “Oh my God, this is delicious,” I say after swallowing.

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