Free The Loss (Heartache series #1) by Vicki Green

see the light under my eyelids. I raise my arms above my head and stretch then lay my hand out flat on the mattress beside me. It’s cold where it should be warm. My eyes snap open, scour the bed and then the room. Please tell me she didn’t leave. Throwing back the covers, I leap from the bed, my heart beating fast as I open the door and run from my bedroom. I scan the living room and see it’s just how I left it, but her phone is gone from the coffee table. In fear, I jog through the room and stop short when I reach the kitchen. The sexiest vision stands at my stove. She changed into one of my t-shirts, the hem reaching her upper thigh. Her long legs with the smoothest of skin and her bare feet, her toes painted with some kind of sparkles on the big ones, giving my morning wood even more of a reason to strain against my pants. She doesn’t notice me yet so I try to be discreet as I adjust myself through my pajamas. Maybe I should go change before she sees me. Fuck, too late. Her head turns my way, and my cock aches as her eyes scan my body. A smile graces her lips as she lands on the one place that needs the attention the most.
    “Morning,” she whispers as her eyes land on mine.
    I would feel a little scrutinized, but this is Alena. All I feel is the urge to walk over pick her up and lay her out on the breakfast bar. “Um,” my voice is gruff with sleep, so I clear it. “Whatcha doin’?”
    She looks down and pushes some food around in my skillet. So fucking hot! “Oh, I’m just whipping up some breakfast for you.” Her eyes move to mine, and I swear if she doesn’t stop looking at me like that, I’m gonna have to go take a cold shower. Slow. I need to take it slow, I keep telling myself.
    “Smells good,” I tell her as I walk towards her. I look down at the skillet and the aroma hits me hard. Cue: stomach growl.
    She giggles, and it’s music to my ears. “Go sit down, sir. I’ll bring you a plate,” she says, sweetly.
    I don’t hesitate and as I sit down I notice she’s already put silverware, napkins and glasses filled with orange juice and milk on the table. My mouth suddenly feels like it’s full of cotton balls, and I’d wish I wasn’t in such a hurry to find her and had brushed my teeth. Gross. She walks over and sets a plate in front of me, and I can’t help but lower my head and take a deep breath. “Mmmm.” My eyes lift, and I watch her sexy body walk over and sit down in the seat across from me, a huge smile on her beautiful face. “If I go by the smell, it’s gonna taste so good.” I smile, she gives me a wink and my hard on just got harder, if that’s even possible. I grab my fork and scoop up a big mouthful, and the taste hits me like a ton of bricks. “Fuck, that’s awesome.”
    She takes a dainty bite, and her lips form into a smile around her fork. Fuck. Me. “I’m glad you like it,” she says once she swallows.
    We eat in silence for a few minutes and then I blurt out, “I thought you were gone this morning when I woke up.” So much for my non filter.
    “Oh, well. I was hungry and I….” She looks down at her phone that I hadn’t noticed on the table, and then back up into my eyes. “I wasn’t ready to leave.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal, but I have a feeling why she didn’t want to go home.
    “No big deal. You can stay as long as you want.” She smiles and takes another bite so I follow her lead. I pick up a piece of toast and shove it in my mouth, hoping that will keep me from spewing some more uncomfortable talk. Finally, after we’ve eaten most of our food I lay my fork down and wipe my mouth with my napkin. “So, tell me about this Bill.”
    I watch her face grow pale and her fork drops out of her grip to her plate, loudly. She closes her eyes, briefly, and then reopens then and looks up at me while picking up her fork. “Sorry, slipped. What about Bill?”
    I take another bite and act as nonchalant as I possibly can, which isn’t very much.