What Do You Mean? (Chapter 11)
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~CODY'S POV~
Have you ever felt like your stomach has become a vacuum, that literally cannot be satisfied until you've sucked up at least half of your refrigerator? Yeah, well that's me right now.
This morning I woke up, and I guess my body just took this as a good time to leave it's empty, feelingless state, and having howls of hunger just shoot out of me. Embarrassing? You don't even know. Not being on speaking terms with the person you're laying beside, and then have your stomach wake them from their sleep? Oh me, oh my, oh goodness, my face flamed up faster than christmas tree covered in gasoline.
You liked that huh? Well there's a story behind it. Last christmas I met this guy in a gas station, trying to sell granola bars right? Anyways, I-
"Ready."
I shift so I'm facing the direction the voice had come from. Mike. You might think he sounds all sweet by the way Ms.Story Teller chick explains him~ (^-^ that's me) ~but let me tell you...he's far from it. I mean, who sends a guy through hell, only to drag him back by his ears? Psh, nobody! Well at least not a mentally stable person! He's inhuman! He's disgusting! He's a disgrace humanity! He's-
"Did you hear me? I said it's ready."
-perfect. I take my bottom lip between my teeth and begin to nibble. Should I be holding back a pool of drool at the moment? Of course I should be! Having such a deliciously gorgeous male shirtless, making you pancakes is just- mmm. I can't help my curiousness as my eyes rake over his toned body, especially admiring that natural arch in his back. It comes to an end right above his jeans, which hug him in all the right places. Abs chiseled by gods, and a well built chest to match...ugh...
Then there's his hair.
I know what you're thinking. 'What? His hair? Booooy, you cray cray!'
Ha, and I might just be!
But if you were in my position you'd know what I mean. I've spent years upon years trying to achieve a glossy glow on my hair, but take away from that oily feeling...but Mike? He doesn't even have to TRY for his hair to look perfect. Such silky locks, shaping around his head gorgeously. It frames his eyes, giving them a glass-like illusion, making the grey pop from black.
And the tousled look.
It gets me every time. Deciding to make me breakfast this morning, that hunk of sexy just rolled out of bed, leaving his hair as is, and let me tell you...it was so attractive it hurt to look away from. It took bed-head to a whole new level, yet made it work. I could only imagine running my fingers through it as he placed his head in my lap. Snuggling up on the couch like a happy couple...
Holding hands.
Joking around.
Being able to speak to each other in a way nobody else could understand. I know. A stupid fantasy that'll never come true. You're right. It won't. But a guy can dream. I should at least be able to do that, considering I lost everything else.
"-to me! Are you okay?!" I jerk my head to the side, and my gaze locks with his. Only then do the desperate calls of my name register. The worry and fear that had been lined in Mike's eyes relax tremendously as I'm broken from my trance. "Jesus Cody, don't you scare me like that!"
I tremble under his touch as his hand rests on my waist. I suddenly feel...fragile. Small even. He could easily snap me without trying. Heck, he could EAT me if he really wanted to!
"O-Oh..." I squirm away from his hand, and the tingly shocks immediately fade to just ghost feelings. At this, Mike frowns, but quickly tried to cover it by sliding my plate in front of me. Let me tell you...that stack was taller than me, no exaggerating needed. Golden, fluffy discs, covered by a blanket of syrup, whipped cream, and a variety of berries. Without a second of hesitation I cram an entire pancake into my mouth, then I precede to do this until I find it hard to swallow. I reach the final one, and admit my defeat with a gasp for air.
"I...think you just inhaled your weight in pancakes..." Mike teases, yet his expression shows seriousness. I give a soft giggle, washing down the taste with a glass of O.J.
"Hehe, I know..."
"Well...glad to see you're back. We sure missed you." He leans against his palm, arm propped up by the table. He had a look of...admiration.
I'm...back? THEY missed me? What does he mean, and why did he refer to himself as more than one person?
Great. Even more of a mystery to this guy that was almost the death of me. Well, he still might be...
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