Chapter 28: Chapter 28

Annabelle's POV

"Good morning sweetheart. You're wasting your energy, you know," he said in a sexy, raspy morning voice melting me down to my core. I was very aware of my flimsy pajama top, and tiny soft flannel shorts. It seemed that I wasn't adequately dressed. His gaze was enough to arouse me. I was acutely aware of my taut, pebbly peaks that stuck out through my top, as it was the only thing covering me. I regretted removing my bra last night before sleeping.

"Good morning Stefan. What are you doing on my bed?" I tried to snap at him angrily but failed.

"I couldn't sleep, " he said as he kissed me on my ear lobe, his lips tenderly grazing the skin. A tremor went down me at his feather-soft touch. His lips moved down to the sweet spot on my neck. A moan escaped me. He embedded his face into my hair, inhaled my scent, and kept his face in the crook of my neck. It felt so good to be with him. I remembered the dream that I had last night. Was it real or just a figment of my imagination? I had no way of knowing. I couldn't ask him. It was too embarrassing and I would never confess to having had dreams of him.

"Please Stefan, let me go. I think I'll have that door lock changed today," I said as he bit my jaw softly and kissed it.

"Don't even try it. I'll break it. I will sleep here every night. I had the best sleep ever, with you in my arms. I'm gonna do it every day," he challenged me with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"Then I'm shifting to gran's bedroom,'' I threatened. I couldn't stay sane with a half-naked Stefan cuddling me every night. I knew Stefan was stubborn and if I wasn't strict, he would sleep with me every night leaving me hot and bothered. I couldn't take the risk. Not that I would really go to gran's bedroom but it was the best threat I could think of and it seemed to work much to my satisfaction.

"No, you stay here. " he pouted. Thinking little, his face cheered up. "What do I get for not sleeping here? For listening to you?" He asked, his eyes entreating me to agree to a kiss.

"Nothing," I stated with finality trying to extricate myself from his embrace.

"That doesn't work babe,'' he whispered, biting onto my earlobe softly, tightening his arms around me.

"Alright, what do you want?" The words came out of my mouth before I realized how wrong my question was. Of course, I knew what he wanted.

The mischievous glint in his eyes warned me of what was coming. "Believe me you don't want to know what I want. I want to eat you, make you scream my name as I make love to you again and again and again and again till you're complete mine and only mine." I felt goosebumps all over me as I closed my eyes, feeling the blush spread all over my body. I was dumbfounded..what could I say to such a comment?

He climbed on top of me in a second, pinning me down, supporting his weight upon one elbow. My eyes went wide with surprise. "W-what are you d-doing?" I stammered.

"Will you go to dinner with me tonight?" He asked softly, gazing into my eyes. His eyes shone with a promise. Was it love, care, longing sincerity, or a mixture of all of those? I wasn't sure.

I was confused. Was he asking me on a date? He seemed to just want a simple dinner but I had never gone on a date before, so I wasn't sure.

"It's just a dinner date. So will you go out with me?" He asked his face inches from mine. So it was a date. My pulse throbbed with excitement. My first date with Stefan. I hadn't imagined in my wildest dreams that this day would come in my entire life. I didn't know what to expect.

"Why do you want to go out with me?" I said with a confused look on my face. Did he like me the way I did?

"Because I want to," he simply stated with a glint in his eye. I was disappointed by that answer but what did I expect? A love confession? I reprimanded myself for my pathetic thinking. He might only be desiring to spend some time with me and I was already planning a happily ever after with him.

"That's no reason," I said as I rolled my eyes.

"It is," he grinned. "Can't I want to go out and eat with you something, other than Martha's food?"

"Oh," I said deep in thought about the logic he gave me. My face fell. So he just wanted to go out to have something exotic other than Martha's food? He could have gone alone then. Why take me along?

He watched my expression with an amused expression on his face, "Thank you sweetheart. Be ready by 7 o'clock in the evening," he said as he kissed my lips gently. The kiss was so soft, loving, and lingering that I lost all my senses. His warm lips were gentle and soft as they devoured my lips completely. My body immediately responded to him, melting in his arms, compelling me to kiss him back with equal fervor. He groaned with need and I opened my mouth to him, allowing him to plunge his tongue into mine. His minty taste made me lose all senses as he devoured my mouth. When at last he pulled away breathless, I missed his warmth. He got up off me and said, "Come down for breakfast."

I nodded, my lips were swollen from his kiss. He smiled with satisfaction as his glance traveled towards my lips. He left to go to his bedroom, locking the connecting door after him.