Chapter 60: Chapter 60
Morgan realized that Charlie wasn't by her side even before she woke up. He couldn't remember exactly what the dream he was having was about, but it was probably something erotic that had ended with Charlie running away from him after the two of them shared yet another killer orgasm, which had him jumping on the bed in alarm.
Looking around, still dazed from sleep, he noted, with his heart beginning to sink, that she was indeed nowhere to be seen. Throwing himself out of bed, he didn't even bother to pull on more than a sheet tied around his waist before starting to walk around the house, wondering where she could be. Charlie had looked so determined and sure of what she wanted, the afternoon and night before... It was thanks to her insatiable will, although his was not far behind either, he had to admit, they had loved each other in every way and in every possible position, until they collapsed onto the bed from exhaustion. And not for a moment during all of this had Charlie shown any regret or doubt about what they were doing...
Had the fact that she woke up before him and had time to think it over changed her mind?
Stomach tight at the prospect, he hurried across the carpet, feeling desperation begin to steal his breath, until finally the discreet clang of something metallic, coming from the kitchen, brought him to Charlie. Relieved, he had to lean against the wall for a moment to recover as he watched her eating a bowl of cereal, sitting on the sink and wearing one of her shirts, while swinging her legs absently. The intensity of her gaze on her, however, seemed to alert Charlie that he was there, causing her to crane her neck to glare at him.
" What are you doing here? “ she asked, still with her mouth a little full “ Did you miss me by any chance? I woke up hungry and needed a snack... " she explained, lifting the bowl " You know, I deserved it, after all the physical exercise I did yesterday.
" Yes, I missed you..." he just smiled, happy that she still seemed to believe that it was worth being by his side " I spent the last 34 years waking up alone and, in just one night, you managed to make me unusual to it completely. “ Morgan explained, going to hug her.
"That's what I like to hear…" she cheered, though she brought her face closer to his, her eyes narrowed, as if she was scrutinizing him.
" What is wrong? “ he questioned, confused.
“I ask. I know that expression on your face. “ she mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest “Listen, if you run away from me again, even after everything that happened yesterday, I'm leaving this apartment and you'll never see me again...
“I won't run away again, Charlie, I promise. “ he assured, feeling guilty for having broken her trust like that “That's not what I'm worried about… It's just… I was afraid you might have regrets…” he finally confessed, slowly “After finally discovering what it's like to be with me...
" To repent? “ Charlie repeated, disgusted “ Really? Do you really think I would have done everything I did just to change my mind so quickly...?
"No… I just…" he stammered, unsure how he should tell her that it seemed to be only a matter of time before she realized she deserved better, at least in his eyes.
“Listen, Morgan, I don't know exactly how you're taking what's going on between us...” she bit her lip, clearly unsure, but still didn't stop going “But I didn't say all those things yesterday just because I was excited. I was serious! I want you and I'm totally right about that. And if you still have a question about that, or anything else, then we can talk. Just... Stop acting like a tragedy is about to happen... " she asked, sadly " You don't predict the future, you know?
" Yes you are right. “ he agreed with a sigh, finally managing to relax a little “ And I wanted you to know that my worries have nothing to do with how I feel about you, because I am also totally sure of what I feel. I'm sorry if I made you doubt this.
" Well..." Charlie hesitated, looking away, blushing "Yesterday you made me say you wouldn't be with anyone else... But you didn't tell me the same..." she finally completed, biting her lip.
Unable to bear watching her become insecure because of the nonsense he himself had created, Morgan moved even closer to the bench, pulling her into his arms and facing her with a passionate smile, knowing that he was showing all the love he felt for her. she through his gaze, even though Charlie had no way of realizing it.
“I will never want anyone else but you, Charlotte Foster, And since you have given me the honor of being not only your husband, but your lover, then I promise that I will treasure this gift for the rest of my life. “Bringing her palm up to her face, he kissed her “You are the person I care about most in my entire life, Charlie. Please never forget this, even when my worries threaten to drive you crazy.
“Only if you promise me never to forget that I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to when those worries start to haunt you. “ she poked his cheek, huffing “You, better than anyone, should know that.
“I know, I'm sorry. “ he lamented, knowing he shouldn't have doubted her feelings again, even though that restless pessimistic part of his mind couldn't stop filling his mind with bitter thoughts about what the future could be like “ It was silly of me to think that kind of thing. I'll try my hardest not to do that again, I promise. “ he reached over and caressed her face, even though Charlie still looked disgusted.
"It's better…" she muttered irritably, seeming to be deciding whether to start a discussion about this with him or not.
“Now, would you like something a little more savory for breakfast than cereal and milk? “ he asked, looking at the almost empty pot she had between her hands.
“Well… If you're going to do something for yourself…” she huffed, swinging her legs in the air again “Then I won't refuse.
Trying to keep the promise he'd made to her and thinking only of what they were living in at that moment, Morgan concentrated only on making the chocolate chip banana waffle batter, one of Charlie's favorite recipes. In silence, her previously sullen expression gradually became lighter, as the food took shape before her eyes and the bowl of cereal she was eating was finally gone.
“There's lemonade and fresh cream in the fridge. Can you get it for me? “Morgan urged, wanting her to get back to talking to him instead of just looking at him, as if she was expecting him to let her down at any moment.
“Do you have honey, too? she asked, her voice still slightly suspicious, but at least going to do what he asked.
“Of course, right on the top shelf. It's next to the strawberries and blueberries..." he explained, losing his train of thought as he watched her lean towards the fridge, looking for what he had ordered, in a position to make the shirt she was wearing rise up. , leaving her legs and part of her butt completely exposed.
And it took a moment for him to remember that he was now allowed to admire those curves as much as he wanted, instead of just fighting to look away and chastising himself internally for being such a degenerate.
“Doesn't that remind you of anything? she asked, after doing the fridge and starting to walk towards him.
" Like this?
“The chocolate banana waffles with blueberries…” she smiled as she spoke, looking genuinely touched “It was the snack you asked me for when I visited you for the first time. Of course, theoretically the first meal you made for me was lasagna, during dinner that same day, but, I don't know..." she rolled one of the berries between her fingers, before putting it in her mouth " ingredient and watching you prepare it gave me a feeling of dejavu... The good kind. Charlie explained, shrugging a little shyly.
" Yes, now I remember..." he smiled, as he took a finished waffle from inside the automatic machine and placed it on a plate " You were so happy when I said I was going to cook for you..." he recalled, filled with nostalgia as he recalled the radiant expression on her face that day all those years ago.
“How could I not stay? “ she smiled, with that exact same expression, making his heart flutter “No one had ever done anything like this to me before, not even my grandfather. He had the same culinary skills as me. “ Her face contorted with disgust “ And the cooks at Anthony's house weren't exactly friendly, so I only really rediscovered what it was like to eat well when you started cooking for me...” Her eyes suddenly widened and she turned her face towards him, excited “Oh, remember when we made cookies together in the kitchen of the mansion, when Anthony and Samantha had to travel to that congress?
" Yes I recall. “ he enjoyed the memory too, putting the second waffle on the plate “ Yours, especially, were very useful. I use them to this day to lock my office door...
“I told you they weren't going to be good…” she mumbled, her cheeks returning to a pale pink tinge “I don't even know why you were so insistent that I make my own cookies too, back then...
“ Because it was your 19th birthday…” he recalled, stroking her face “And you looked so excited to be cooking with me again… I wanted you to enjoy it as much as possible.
“Of course I was happy. “ she placed her hand over his, with a cautious look on her face “ You used to cook with me here in the apartment, but after I turned 18, you started to move heaven and earth to stop me from coming here, remember...?
“ Oh, that…” he gulped, not knowing if he would have the courage to admit it “ It's just that… Well, at that time… You were very young, but… At the same time I felt. .. I mean, it's not that I didn't want to have you here... I wanted this more than anything, but... " Morgan stuttered, bewildered " It didn't feel right to bring you to my house when I wanted to... I mean, when I was...