Forrest novel Chapter 22

MEGAN

“YOU OKAY?” I jolted to sit, holding my hand against my chest to his worried voice.

I took a deep breath before I fluttered my eyes open. “You scare me.”

“I’m sorry. I thought you heard me coming. You’re staring off into space. Something wrong?”

“Just...thinking,” Shaking my head, I lied.

“I just went out to buy breakfast for us.” He kissed the top of my head. “God, woman, what have you been eating? You don’t even have coffee in your kitchen.” He sat down beside me, placing down a bag of probably bake goods and two cups of coffee on the table. The aroma alone had my stomach grumbled in hunger.

“Had shitty weeks,” I muttered, feeling relief that he came back. I instantly felt the fluttery feeling in my stomach.

“We all were.” He kissed me on my forehead again, then grabbed a cup and offered it to me. “Drink this.”

I took it and faced him. He looked devastatingly handsome with a five o’clock shadow. I’d never seen him so relaxed as he grabbed the bag of pastries. Sleeping with him didn’t mean I owned him, but I couldn’t push it. I had to brag that he was now mine.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked as he peeped the content of the bag.

“How do you know I was looking at you?” I sipped the hot liquid and moaned. “God, how did you know what I like?”

“I can feel you. And I did a wild guess for your coffee.” I didn’t exactly believe with his wild guess because he must be a freaking fortune teller, but I was thrilled that he brought the right coffee for me.

“Thanks.” I sipped again and bit the croissant he offered. “Gonna have mini-orgasm with this.”

Forrest almost smiled, his eyes twinkled. “Don’t say something like that.”

“What? Mini-orgasm? Why not? After what we did last night, you should have gotten used to it already,” I teased, causing him to shake his head in amusement.

“I filled the tank of your car.” He sipped his coffee and grabbed my hand to take a huge bite on my pastry. I thought it was sweet.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“It was almost empty. You’ll get into trouble tomorrow.”

Suddenly, I remembered my mom. She sent me a text yesterday, and I hadn’t been able to reply.

“Thanks, I guess. Do you have work tonight?”

“Yes.”

“So, I won’t be able to see you again?”

He snapped his head at me, wearing a frown on his face as he studied me closely. He took a few seconds staring right into my eyes, then devoted longer on my lips. I licked them in anticipation if he ever wanted to kiss me senseless again, I would gladly give in.

“I thought we sorted it out last night,” he said, seemingly confused. Hell, I was confused either by sorted it out.