Gone Country

Chapter 45 (Understand The Circumstance)

It was impossible for me not to laugh at how Brant and I woke up this morning. I'm used to weird positions we would sometimes awake in after a night as marvelous and eventful as our evening had gone last night. Waking up to him snoring into my neck out of exhaustion wasn't what made me giggle, nor the way he already had morning wood even though he hadn't even begin to wake from his deep slumber, though I think that was normal for men. I started off my morning laughing because of the way he had tossed all of the blankets off of him no matter that he hadn't bothered to cover up his body last night after he finished making love to me.

Brant was hot natured to the point he feels like he's constantly running a fever. It was a trait he shared with none other than my favorite cousin, Justin, who also had a habit of pushing away his comforter in the middle of the night even if the house was ice cold. Since Brant was so warm, I'm used to waking up snuggled close enough to hear his every breath, snore, and heart beat. It wasn't the worst way to sleep, though parts of him liked to prod me awake earlier that I like, I enjoyed being cradled close by his strong arms.

Even though I was enjoying the view of his beautiful body very much, I didn't want him to get sick. It couldn't be healthy to be sleeping uncovered in a room as chilly as ours currently was because of the drafty walls we had. As I tugged the sheet over him, he let out a groan of disapproval. He kicked the sheet away from him, clearly frustrated with how his brows pulled together and how he deeply frowned. 

"Brant," I whispered, gently shaking him.

Once again he groaned at me, refusing to both wake up and cover up. I sighed, lightly touching his lips that had been all over me last night. He and I were supposed to go out for breakfast before he had to head into work, only he didn't seem to want to wake up. He was a guy, that meant he could throw on some clothes and leave at any time he wanted. I on the other hand decided to go ahead and get up so I could get ready for my day ahead. He deserved to sleep in for a little while anyway.

I carefully eased my way out of bed and crept over to the closet where I found a red plaid flannel shirt of Brant's hanging up that I paired with some black leggings and black knee boots. As quiet as I could be, I swiped some undergarments from our dresser then went ahead and took my shower. The hot water and steam from the shower felt almost as good being warmed by Brant's body heat. That feeling of course was short lived after I had cleansed my body well and exited the shower. I had completely forgotten to cut the bathroom heat on and it felt like an eternity had passed by the time it had gotten warmed up.

Blow drying my hair helped warm me up faster. By the time I had finished with that task, the room warmed up and I started  putting on make-up and plugged up my flat iron so that it would be ready to use. In the middle of applying some foundation to my face, Brant came sluggishly walking in yawning and scratching his lower abs, still sporting a complete bare physique. He flashed me a beautiful bright smile through the mirror and playfully slapped my bottom that only had my thin panties projecting it at the moment.

"Good morning, Mrs.Young," he whispered in my ear, pulling me back into his chest. I shyly glanced at him over my shoulder at what he called me. When he even speaks of our wedding I get goosebumps all over, him actually calling me his wife even though we weren't married yet was something my heart was always unprepared for. Then he winked seductively at me, intensifying the moment greatly. "Last night was fun, don't you think?"

Fun didn't even begin to express how enjoyable it had been to have him all over me, touching, kissing, and a whole lot more in-between. Reflecting on how he smiled at me, exhaled across my skin in relief or how he whispered sweet proclamations of his love against my lips as our bodies melted in ecstasy, those memories made my heart swell in an undying happiness. How could he possibly label last night as just fun? It had been so much more than that to me.