Page 30 of Forever

Her voice is still husky from the sleep and doesn’t help me get rid of the boner tenting my running shorts.

My teeth nibble at the skin of her shoulder in warning. “I don’t think we have time for fuck and coffee.”

She shoots straight up in the bed, pulling the blanket with her to hide her naked skin from my eyes.

No matter how many times I’ve seen her naked or how many times we have sex, Anabel still tries to hide from me. She wraps a blanket around herself or puts one of my shirts on. Seeing her wear my clothes is a turn on, but seeing her naked body is what naughty dreams are made of.

“There is coffee?” Anabel gets off the bed, blanket tightly wrapped around her and all, sniffing the air. “Why don’t I smell coffee?”

I pop on my elbow to look at her. “Probably because it got cold waiting for you to wake up.”

“It’s not that late.”

She waves me off, grabs the cup of coffee off the desk where I put it, and takes a long sip humming contently.

“It’s only …” I take the phone off the nightstand and look at the time. “Seven forty-five.”

“It’s what?” She chokes on her coffee, and I can’t help myself but laugh.

“There’s nothing remotely funny about that! Why didn’t you wake me earlier?”

With coffee securely in hand, she starts going through her closet to find something to wear. Talk about priorities.

Anabel mutters to herself all the way about immature men and how you can count only on yourself before she dashes into the bathroom, the shower starting almost instantly.

Laughing at her antics, I get up and grab my coffee and breakfast. I go through news on my phone and listen to Anabel move around the bathroom.

Her shower is extra quick. Once she’s done, she brushes her teeth and face, puts on some makeup, and tries to tame her hair. I’d know because we did it numerous times together. It may seem strange to some people, but I loved having her around. Sharing the closet, finding all the girly products I won’t be able to name ever around my bathroom, and her silly Post-It notes to herself left all around my apartment along with her books and pens. That girl has a shit ton of pens.

In less than twenty minutes, she’s out dressed in black skinny jeans and a blue dress shirt that matches the color of her eyes. She starts grabbing the stuff she might need all over the room and throws them into her bag.

“That was fast,” I say, taking the final bite of chocolate goodness. “You know, if you let me buy you a car you wouldn’t need to hurry so much or get up early.”

Anabel shoots me a glare, not at all amused with my comment.

I lift my hands in surrender. “Just sayin’.”

She comes to the bed, plants a kiss on my lips, and takes her part of the breakfast along with her phone.

“I have to go now, but we’ll talk later in the afternoon.” She grabs her jacket and opens the door. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I watch her close the door and listen to the sound of her steps as she goes away. Once she’s too far for me to hear anything, I finish my coffee and answer to all the e-mails and messages I’ve been ignoring all week.

When you’re as far away from the real life as I am at the moment it’s hard to remember time doesn’t stop and wait for you to decide to get back to it.

I take a shower and make the bed, changing the sheets before I go to the gym for my daily workout. As I’m about to lock the door, my phone rings with a familiar ringtone.

“Hey, Dom! Miss me already, old man?”

I love giving shit to my agent. He’s so easy to mess with.

“Only in your dreams, boy,” he answers almost immediately.

I laugh at the sound of his raspy voice. A result of years of smoking. “I don’t know about that. It’s mighty early for you to be calling.”

“Didn’t you learn anything yet? You don’t sleep if you want to accomplish something.”

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