23
Inever thought I’d make it to winter break, but here I am lying in bed in the secluded rental house I found in Palm Shores with the love of my life.
Blaire has Britney beginning Monday for the entire winter break, so we took this opportunity to be together. I want to talk with her about my plans.
She wiggles in my arms, and I lean down. Kissing her cheek, I tilt her chin up and kiss her soft lips.
“Good morning, kitten.” I kiss her again.
“Mmm, J. Good morning.” She snuggles closer.
“Blaire?” I caress her shoulders.
“Yes?” She lies on her stomach and turns her head to look at me.
“You know I have a plan when I graduate…” I pause and hold my breath.
She sits up and leans back on the headboard, tugging the sheet over her naked body.
“Mmm, hmm.” Her brow knits.
“You’re moving.” Her lips scrunch and she looks past me.
“Yeah. Will you think about moving with me? You know you can teach in New York.”
She sighs and shakes her head.
“Jaden, I can’t leave Florida. Preston will never agree to me taking Britney all the way to New York City.” Her eyes close as she whispers, “I’m sorry. Let’s enjoy what we have right now, baby.”
I push back, “It’s still several months, Blaire. Please don’t say no so fast. Things can change.”
She huffs out a breath and drags her hand through her messy hair.
“Jaden. I know my ex-husband extremely well. He won’t change, ever. And that’s one of the reasons our marriage failed.” She slides back down on the bed and lies on her back, staring at the ceiling.
I scratch my chin and say, “We can talk about this later. Let’s have some breakfast and walk around the property.” I caress her cheek.
She looks up at me.
“I don’t want you to miss out on your dreams. But I can’t move. Please understand, J.” She takes my hand in hers and threads her fingers with mine.
I lift her hand and kiss her knuckles, then slide my arms around her and hold her for a while.
I open my eyes after falling back asleep with Blaire in my arms. I kiss her hair and nuzzle my nose against her head.
“Mmm,” she sighs and raises her arms over her head.
“You feel so good.” She kisses my chest, then tilts her head up.
“Let me make you something to eat.”
“How about we make…” I glance at the clock on the bedside table. It reads 1:00 pm.
“…lunch together.” I smile and kiss her soft lips.
“I’d like that, J.” Blaire turns away from me and sits on her side of the king bed. She reaches for her silk robe draped over the end of the bed.
I stand and walk toward her. She smiles and stands next to me. Her arms slide around my waist as she hugs me, pressing her warm cheek to my pecs. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and lead her to the kitchen of our rental.
“What are we making?” I ask as I begin to make coffee. No matter what time of day it is, I need coffee to get my head straight.
Blaire taps her lips with her index finger and walks over to the pantry. She turns and says, “I think we need to go to the store, Jaden.”
I pull my phone from my shorts pocket and open the grocery delivery app.
“We can order what we need to cook with. Let’s make something easy, like…” I scratch my chin and think for a second.
“How about chicken piccata?”
Blaire rubs her hands together and licks her lips.
“That sounds delicious. May I?” She points to the coffeemaker when it beeps.
“Of course. Let me pour you a cup.” I reach to the cabinet above the coffeemaker and bring out two mugs. Pouring hers full, then mine, I hand her a cup. We take seats at the counter, and I order the ingredients for our lunch to be delivered.
When all the grocery items are delivered, Blaire and I put aprons on that she found in one of the many kitchen drawers.
I prep the chicken with salt and pepper, then dredge it in flour and shake off the extra. I find a large skillet in one of the long drawers next to the stove. Pouring in about three tablespoons of olive oil, I turn the burner on medium heat and wait a few minutes. Carefully, I lower each piece of chicken breast into the oil and let them fry for three minutes, then flip them over so they have a nice golden-brown sear to them.
“You doing okay, J?” she asks as she stands to the right of the stove.
“Yep. I’m great.”
With the chicken breasts nicely browned, I lay them on a plate, but before I sauté the capers, I walk over to where Blaire has begun to wash the asparagus. Standing behind her, I reach around her and cover her hands with mine. I lean down and kiss her shoulder as we snap the harder ends from the asparagus.
She turns her head, tilting it up and smiles warmly at me. Her blue eyes mesmerizing me as we work together to make lunch.
When the asparagus is all cleaned and ready for the bacon to be wrapped around it, she turns in my arms, pressing her cheek to my chest.
“Mmm, when can I have you?” she asks as she gazes up at me and smiles.
“Whenever you want, kitten.” My arms engulf her and hold her close.
She pats my back, then releases me and says, “I think you’ll make the perfect dessert, J.”
My mouth tugs up, and I wink at her.
Blaire walks around me and bends over to retrieve the broiler pan from the drawer bottom of the stove. She wraps the asparagus with bacon, then neatly lays them on the broiler pan. She drizzles the balsamic glaze over each stalk.
When I finish sautéing the capers in lemon juice and stock, I place the chicken breasts into the pan to simmer. Blaire slides the broiler pan into the oven.
Preparing and cooking food with her is a dream come true. With the chicken back in the pan and the asparagus in the oven, I slide my arms around her waist and pull her to me. Her arms embrace me warmly as she nestles against my chest. I kiss the top of her head, then she tilts her face up to me.
Leaning down, I kiss her lips. We kiss until the timer on the stove sounds. Breaking our embrace, she places an oven mitt on her hand and removes the asparagus from the oven. I plate the chicken piccata and lay the dishes on the counter for her to add the asparagus.
I carry both plates to the small kitchen table while Blaire pours us each a glass of a French Chablis.
Before we eat, I raise my glass and say, “To you, kitten.” She smiles wide and leans close to me. Her lips pucker and I meet her with a tender kiss, then we clink glasses.
“Mmm, mmm. Jaden, this is delicious. Almost as delicious as you.” She winks as she shoves another forkful between her lips, then slides it out slowly.
I’m taken back to the first time we met at The Oasis and after we fucked in the restroom. Watching her eat dinner with her friend drove me crazy for her. And now she’s mine, and I won’t ever let her go.