8. Blessing #2
I gave her a questioning look before shaking my head, “Nah, girl, go ahead. Have fun, be safe. Please let me know when you arrive safely. Love you.” I gave her a quick hug.
I followed behind them as they walked to the front door.
Our phones were the only ones left in the basket.
I grabbed mine and headed back to Saint’s bedroom.
He was in the same spot I had left him, scrolling on his phone.
“Hey.. Chanel left with Dru. So it’s just me. Can I have something to sleep in?”
He looked up and nodded, “Yeah, I got a shirt for you. You can shower in my bathroom. There are towels and washcloths in the linen closet in there.”
I thanked him before heading to the bathroom.
The heated kiss was heavy on my mind. On one hand, I wanted to say fuck it and fuck him.
One night wouldn’t hurt. On the other hand, I knew taking it there with him would complicate my job.
Saint was fresh out of a relationship. He hadn’t even been single for twenty-four hours.
I refused to be a rebound, but I couldn’t deny my attraction to him.
I stood under the showerhead, letting hot water wash over me.
It felt so soothing against my skin. I thought my shower was amazing, but his was ten times better.
I felt myself sobering up the longer I stayed in there.
I wrapped the plush black bath towel around me before stepping onto the soft bath rug.
The cool air from the air conditioner kissed my skin as I re-entered the bedroom.
Saint was gone, but a large white T-shirt was on the bed.
I dropped my towel and grabbed the bottle of lotion that sat on the nightstand beside the bed.
I picked it up and lotioned my body. I heard the bedroom door open as I bent down to lotion my legs.
“Shit..” I heard Saint mumble. I felt his eyes on me as I continued to lotion my body. “You’re making it real hard for me to keep my hands to myself.”
I laughed, pulling the shirt over my head. “You have great self-control.. Can I sleep in here with you? I promise I don’t snore.”
“Yeah, Bless. I’m about to shower. The remote is right there if you wanna watch TV.” He pointed towards the nightstand before heading into the bathroom.
I grabbed the remote before climbing into bed.
I pulled the comforter down and got underneath it.
I knew his mattress had to cost a pretty penny just by how soft it was.
I turned the TV on, immediately going to my comfort show, Criminal Minds.
I’d seen every single episode and could tell you what episode you were watching just by listening for a few seconds.
Every night, the show had to be on for me to fall asleep.
I felt my phone buzz, indicating a text message.
Chanel: Home. Goodnight, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
Me: So… do everything?
Chanel: Exactly.
Me: Not happening.
Chanel: Heard it already did.
Me: Girl… a little kiss doesn’t count.
Chanel: We’ll talk about this in the morning. BYE
I giggled, locking my phone. The bathroom door opened, and Saint appeared with a towel wrapped around his waist. He gave me a quick smile before heading into the walk-in closet.
A few minutes later, he returned, dressed in boxer briefs.
He turned off the lights on his way to the bed and climbed in, pulling the comforter over himself.
“What you know about this?” He asked, glancing at the TV.
“Ummm, this is literally my favorite show,” I responded, turning to face him. I could smell the mahogany and teakwood body wash on his skin.
“You wanna be me so bad. Let me guess.. Reid is your favorite character?”
“I can’t even say I have a favorite. I like everybody for different reasons. But, I will say Hotch is my least favorite. The way he talks to Garcia sometimes pisses me off.”
“Yeah, I see that too. You think Garcia and Morgan were more than friends?”
“Nah, they were platonic. I do wish he and Prentiss had had a little fling or something. Their chemistry was crazy. You remember how he reacted in that episode where they found out that Prentiss faked her death?”
“Hell yeah. They for sure had a little sexual tension. Speaking of chemistry, the comments on our video seem to think we have some.”
I sighed, shrugging. “They may be right, but we both know crossing that line will probably end badly for us. You have barely been single for a full day. I refuse to be a rebound. Shit, I’m still grieving my fiancé.
Our timing just isn’t right at this moment.
I won’t deny that I’m attracted to you, though. ”
“I hear you, Bless. I hear everything you just said, but when I kissed you, I felt something in me shift. I felt some shit I never experienced in my life. I can’t help but think that ignoring what I felt would be me missing out on my blessing, not pun intended.
” We both burst into laughter. “I know that was corny, but for real, Blessing, I would never treat you like a rebound. I understand that you’re still grieving, and I just got out of a relationship, but let’s just go with the flow and see where it takes us.
I’m not saying we should jump into a relationship, but let me get to know you outside of you being my PT. ”
I sighed, looking over at him. “Alright, Moo.. but we have to keep this between us. I can’t risk losing my job.” He pulled me to him and kissed me on the forehead. “Goodnight,” I mumbled, laying my head on his chest.
The smell of maple bacon woke me up. I reached my arm out, missing the warmth of his body, but his spot was empty.
I looked around the room and saw that Saint was gone.
There was a bottle of water and a packet of BC Powder on the nightstand.
My head was pounding, and my stomach felt queasy.
I took the medicine and downed the water.
The bed was so comfortable I didn’t want to get up, but if I didn’t, these expensive sheets would be covered in piss.
I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to pee.
After washing my hands, I noticed the new toothbrush on the counter, so I used it to brush my teeth.
Once my hygiene was finished, I left the room in search of Saint. I could hear low R&B music playing from the kitchen, so I followed the tunes. He was standing in front of the stove, mixing something in a pot.
“Good morning, Moo. It smells good in here.” I greeted, taking a seat at the island.
“Good morning, gorgeous. Did you sleep well?” He asked, turning around to face me.
“I slept like a baby. What you cookin’?”
“I can tell. You were snoring like a grown ass man. Shit, I thought Dru was in the bed with me. I made some bacon, cheese grits, and scrambled eggs.” He passed me my tumbler. “I made your coffee, too.”
I smiled, taking a sip of the coffee. “Mmm, this is perfect. Thanks, Moo. And not too much on me, sir, I only snore when I drink too much.” I rolled my eyes. He was dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and wore his knee brace. “Are you in pain?”