Chapter 76: Chapter 76

(Avery’s Thoughts)

I wake up feeling the pain in between my legs.

“Shit,” I blurt out as I try to turn to the other side. My lower leg muscles cramp, while my vagina still feels soar thanks to Jeff hard thrusting.

Yesterday night was a wild one, and at last, I was able to give myself to Jeff. I slowly pick myself from the bed and tries to sit down. When I succeed, I bury my head in between my knees and hug it.

I need to comfort myself as I don’t want Jeff to feel guilty for what happened. I was the one who initiated it after all.

“Did I enjoy it?” I ask myself. But my answer is far from direct response. “I love him,” I convince myself.

My heart belongs to Jeff, that’s for sure. He already captivated me even before the… I stop myself from remembering.

But my body, my body seems not myself. I lost control of my body long ago, that’s why I’ve been attending my therapy since we started dating. I did it behind his back.

“I just… I just want us to be a normal couple,” I take a deep breath. Today is Thursday so I need see my therapist again.

I check the time on the bedside table and see that it is only six in the morning. I felt sorry for Jeff because he’s been busy cooking meals for me and yet I haven’t even tasted it.

I wish Jeff is still here so I can make it up to him. I slowly move and get off the bed. I pull out some of his big t-shirt and put it on.

I don’t like putting underwear because I feel irritated, that’s why I like my boyfriend’s shirt the best, comfy and doesn’t need of anythin under.

When I get out of the bedroom, I can see that the TV is still on. So is the light.

“Jeff?” I weakly call him. “Did he leave? Why didn’t he turn off all of these?” I walk towards the couch and see Jeff sleeping naked on the floor.

The cans of beer are just littered everywhere, and gosh he reeks of alcohol.

“Did he celebrate too much? Or is there any other reason?” I thought.

I try to wake him up while picking up and cleaning all his mess. I couldn’t bring myself to get angry because Jeff isn’t like this. This is the only time that I saw him get drunk, and a little but messy.

I look at him while he is peacefully sleeping, “Well, he is still gorgeous,” I giggle and poke his cheeks.

Then I hear him murmur and mumble something in his sleep, “Avery, don’t leave me. I love you so much. Forget about him. Love me, instead.”

His words struck my heart a thousand times, “I love you, Jeff. Can’t you tell?” my eyes couldn’t hide the sadness I feel knowing what he thinks of me.

I never even once thought of him as a rebound. I am not that kind of girl. I wish he knew. I thought he already knew. Didn’t I make him feel loved?

I sit on the floor beside him and stroke his hair repeatedly, “Jeff, you are a wonderful guy, why don’t you believe that you are worth loving? That you are easy to love.”

I gently kiss him on his head and go straight to the kitchen. I see the lamb he baked and taste it.

“Yum,” I say after taking a bite. Jeff is actually a good cook and he loves to invent recipes. If only we had enough money, we would have invested and build our own restaurant, too.

So I come up with a plan to make it up to him. I am going to serve him breakfast using the recipe he cooked just for me.

I try to cook a glazing sauce to partner with the lamb, and I make some mashed potatoes and sprinkles some basil in it.

I finish the plating easily. Now, all I need is set the table. I stil have plenty of time before my therapy session.

I decided to take a leave for the day and I also called his uncle to borrow him just for today. Luckily, he agreed.

It is already eight in the morning when I finished preparing everything. The last thing left to do is to brew his favorite coffee. I don’t know why but he loves my coffee so much. It is practically the same with others, I just add it with a little touch.

Eight fifteen ticks, and his alarm goes off. He instantly stands up on the floor when he hears the disturbing noise.

I hear him stumble over the foot of the couch, “Fuck!” he groans.

“Good morning to you, too,” I greet him with a tease. When he realizes I am still at home, he checks the time and panics, “Babe, you’re going to be late. Why did you wait for me. Shit, I am going to be late, too.”

I could see him getting frantic so I walk towards him and give him a morning embrace and a morning peck on his lips. He looks at me with puzzlement, then he hugs me back.

“Sorry, babe, good morning, too,” finally, his voice calms down. “Won’t you be late for work? I see you prepared a lot, but…” he stops.

“Nevermind, let’s eat, I’ll just call in late,” he says. That’s Jeff. He prefers not saying things that he thinks would hurt me. He always puts me before him, so this time, I want to do the same.

I push him towards the bedroom, and commands him, “Now, put on some clothes. It’s not good to eat naked, unless you want to eat something else.”

I see him blushes, “Babe, you seem…”

“Happy?” I end his sentence, “Of course, I am excited to spend the whole day with my future husband.”

“The whole day?” he frowns as he picks some clothes. “Uh-huh,” I confirm.

“Don’t worry, I already called uncle and he says he understand, so no need to worry,”  I even add.

“But what about your job today? Won’t they fire you?” he asks concernly.

“Fire me all they want, as long as I get to be with you,” I smile at him.

He sits down on the bed while putting on some boxer brief. As soon as he finishes, I sit on his lap that makes his body almost jump.

I cling my arms around his neck and kisses him deeply. He hesitates at first, but after some seconds, he kisses me back.

When he ends the kiss, he whispers, “I love you, Avery. So much. Yesterday night, I am s…”

I put my fingers on his lips and I shake my head, “Yesterday was great. And I, I love you, Jeff. And I want you to go with me today. I need to show you something.”

He nods and hugs me so tight, “Can I get a round two?” he says.

“Later tonight, I promise. But first, let’s eat, okay?”

We enjoy our breakfast together. Jeff loves everything about this morning, and I feel the same. Seeing him happy like this, I feel relieved.

He loves what I did with his recipe and he even compliments the sauce I made. He knew I am not a good cook, but he still finds it good. Well, I don’t know if he’s being biased or not.

Either way, I can say I am ready for this kind of life. This is the kind of life that I imagined when I was young.