I watch her from my spot on the couch in the living room as she moves around in the kitchen, opening drawer after drawer in search for whatever she needed, only to find it's no where to be seen and moving on to another set of drawers. I had offered to help her, to at least show her where everything was when she needed it, but she booted me out of the kitchen anyways. I love that she's independent, but I think I loved watching her bare legs prancing around in my kitchen better.
After finally finding what she needs, she stands in front of the stove, cracking eggs in the skillet in front of her until she finally feels my gaze on her and she looks up and in my direction. She smiles before her face turns the slightest shade of pink. I love that after this much time, I can still do that to her, almost as if she'd completely shocked or caught off guard when she catches me watching her.
About another 5 minutes later, she makes her way out into the living room with me, plate in hand with two forks. She sits on the arm rest of the couch, her legs resting on top of mine as she hands me a fork before digging in herself to what looks like a pretty good omelet. We sit in silence, eating quietly until she speaks up.
"So, why didn't you?" she asks quietly before taking another bite, almost as if she'd been thinking this over in her head all morning and finally got the courage to ask.
"Do what?" I reply in between bites. This might be the best damn omelet I've ever had.. She rolls some of the remaining food left on the plate around with her fork, almost wondering how to even approach telling me whatever is on her mind.
"Well," she starts while laying her fork down on the plate, directing all of her attention to me, which worries me a little bit. Maybe this is a little more serious than I thought.. "If you wanted it, last night would have been your perfect opportunity to get in my pants," she says with a small smile, the same smile reflecting on my face as I can't help but laugh at the blunt way she has of saying things sometimes. "But you didn't," she continues while looking down at her hands, a much more serious look coming across her face as she continues to stare at her hands like they are the most interesting things she's ever seen. "Why?"
I look up at her, at how insecure she's become all of a sudden before putting my fork on the plate next to hers, and then leaning forward and putting the plate on the coffee table I'm resting my feet on. I take her hands in mine, trying to get all of her attention focused on me, but she's still skeptical I can tell.
"If it ever happens," I start, being more specific than I was last night. I've learned I have to be, otherwise she takes my vague answers and uses them against me. She's definitely going to be a good lawyer one day, because she can dominate me in most serious conversations, which is so frustrating sometimes. "I want you to want it to, I don't want you to feel like I pressured you, and I don't ever want you to think you have to give in to keep me around." I definitely have her attention now, her eyes intently locked with mine as she just stares at me, almost begging me to continue. I see her eyes start to water up, but she has a slight smile on her face so I can only assume that she likes what she's hearing, so I go on. "And I definitely want you in the right state of mind if I'm going to have my way with you," I chuckle before leaning toward her and kissing her lips lightly. She's timid at first, but then I feel her pressing her body up to mine, and I know that for now, we're okay. She pulls away, looking down at her hands as she just shakes her head, almost as if she's sorry she even doubted me. "I don't think you're ready for anything like that yet though," I state, looking up at her to show that I'm serious. "And there's nothing wrong with that," I add as I feel her stiffen against my touches.
She looks up at me, that mischievous grin of hers once again appearing on her face before she speaks up for the first time in a while.
"Okay," she says while nodding her head. "There's just one small catch," she continues while moving from the arm rest until she's straddling my legs, her fingers running through the hair at the nape of my neck, making a shiver run down my spine.
"There normally is with you," I say as light hearted as possible as I take a deep breath, trying my hardest to control myself.
"I perfectly intend," she starts while leaning down and kissing a line from my jaw to the shell of my ear and stopping there, "on changing you're mind," she whispers in my ear in a sultry voice before pulling back from me enough for me to see that I'm dealing with the confident Kailyn I encountered last night, which means nothing good for me.