Chapter 9 Breakfast With My Stalker

• The tray was picked up. Elio bent over my body. My head was by his armpit and I had never wanted to dig my face in an armpit so much. His t-shirt had the thread count of a t-shirt an angel would wear, so thick and definitely expensive. His scent just attacked me so rudely and left me defenseless.
• He sat the tray before me and took the plate of eggs with a fork. I hated eggs with a passion, smiling as he took them away before I threw up. The plate of croissants was picked up by myself, taking one and munching on it. Of course he had not made them but they were delicious, and maybe it was because he had touched them. I nearly laughed hard at my thoughts. Imagine choking hard and knocking the tray with the food and coffee spilling. I swallowed fast, hiding the grin by taking another bite.
• I picked up bacon. You could never go wrong with meat when it came to me. The bacon was warm, sure he had made it. It was just in the middle of crunchy and soft like I liked it. God, he knew me too well.
• “You can have the coffee. As much as I love it, the pains that will come from drinking it will be unbearable. Thanks though, thank you for everything.” I was just rumbling away, shocked I could even pass a single word to him. His head turned to me, seeing worry pass through before he nodded his head. He picked up the cup and put it away on his pedestal but never touched it again.
• I wished he could say something. I wanted to talk to him but found words escaping me. Who was he? He knew so much about me but I knew nothing of him. I wanted to know everything and just listen to him talk while coming hard because of that devilishly sexy voice. He set my body on heat and I doubt anyone could affect me the way he did.
• Elio finished his eggs, pushing the plate away before he picked up the salad bowl which I had known was his. I was not really that much of a fan of fruits. I did not mind them but out of all things, I would never just stress over them.
• He picked another fork and began eating his fruits with ease. How could eating look so good on a person? The way his lips moved, the way they curled on the fork, and how elegantly he chewed. Surely he was sent to tempt me.
• I chewed on my sausage while staring and suddenly those fruits looked appealing. My eyes would drift now and again to that bowl, the way his hands gripped it.
• He began picking all the watermelon which I hated. My heart drummed in my throat, barely even swallowing the food I ate. How was it possible that I had found something more amazing to me than food? I could stop eating just to stare at him all day long.
• He dropped the fork in his bowl and turned to stare at me.
• Shit! I had been caught staring. His eyes were deep green, deeper than normal if that was possible with the white in them the whitest I had ever seen. They seemed to gleam before me or was it just my eyes playing tricks on me?
• His hand moved, holding out the bowl of fruit to me.
• My face heated up. My abdomen did jumping jacks in my belly. I bit my lower lip, taking the bowl slowly, no shame at all. When it came to him, there was no shame. I gave him the plate of meat as a piece offering since he had given up his fruits.
• He took the plate, me holding the bowl with both hands. My eyes stayed on the fork which had been in his mouth not long ago. The fact that he had probably seen me watching him escaped me as I stared at the fork. I picked it up, stabbing a strawberry by the very edge because I did not want it to contaminate the fork. The fork was brought to my lips, them closing around it before pulling back. Oohh heavens, we were kissing. His lips had been there, some saliva left on it. We were definitely kissing! My heart beat harder, fighting with everything in me not to close my eyes.
• Maybe Elio wasn’t the only stalker in the room.
• The fork was lowered. My head turned to find him staring at me with such intensity my folds just went whoosh, hard.
• If he leaned over to kiss me, would I object? Definitely not! Damn these periods. I suddenly did not want anyone else touching me. I wanted no one else to stare at me the way he just stared at me. As if he would scoop me in his arms and make such intense love to me.
• I was grateful he had chased away all the boys who had asked me out. All I wanted was a memory of him making me feel these things, only him.
• God, this was insane, holding his stare so much I thought my grip would shutter the bowl I held. I had never wanted someone like I wanted him. His stare nearly made me moan, and yes, it was that intense. He would make me come just by his stare. I was fucked, I was truly fucked.
• Elio blinked once and twice then I watched him swallow. His eyes finally closed. They peeled open just as he looked away, his jaw clenched as if it was the hardest thing he had ever done. It made me want him more, seeing that he was trying to control himself when all I wanted was for him to lose himself to me.
• My thoughts paused as I swallowed.
• Was I ready for this? Was I ready to do this with a man? I questioned myself yet I knew the answer as soon as the question was posed. I wanted this and I wanted this with him.
• My eyes snapped away, staring at the fruit before me. I began picking them, my mind nowhere near there as I gulped the fruits down. My eyes turned around only to squeal.
• My face morphed into such sadness, giving him my big puppy eyes and sulking as my lower lip popped out. He was completely devouring the bacon. It had just been a peace offering for crying out loud and he was gulping it all down. He was probably eating his share, I reasoned with myself, but just one more piece of bacon please.
• His head turned, staring at me in confusion.
• I held out his bowl for him, he could take it back now.
• The laugh just bubbled deep in my belly with his eyes narrowing at me before holding out the meat plate and taking his bowl. I was probably testing his sanity yet I loved nothing more. Somehow, I had convinced myself that he would never hurt me. The way he had held me after killing my captors, God, I did not think I would ever be held like that ever again, basically nearly just merging my body with his.
• “Thank you.” I chirped out and felt guilty for eating all the meat so I held out a piece of bacon for him.
• “Here,” I said so cutely. I never knew myself to be such a cute bear.
• His head turned, staring at the food before shaking his head.
• “ Sure?” I asked. He nodded his head and that was enough for me, biting into it and chewing.
• This was the perfect morning ever.