Miss Me; When I'm Gone (editing)

CHAPTER 22 (Blair)

Sorry for the late update, it took me a while to write this chapter out before typing it.

Blair

It took a few seconds to awaken fully and remember that I wasn't alone in my apartment. I didn't have to open my eyes to know that I was alone in bed. I could feel Travis' absence. His warmth was gone. But he was in the other room. The smell of coffee filled the small apartment. And Travis' voice, although he was talking quietly, drifted through the closed door.

I made quick work of brushing my teeth and hair before going into the living room to face him after last night. The fact that he was still here amazed me. He had come to stop me from going on a date with Elijah. And in return, I'd freaked out on him while doing something as simple as kissing and touching.

I opened the door and stepped into the room, and my eyes went straight to the tall form of perfection standing at the window with his back to me. He was on the phone. He was still wearing the jeans and T-shirt he'd had on last night, but his duffel bag sat on the sofa. He had come prepared.

"I'd rather not come Karleah. I like Seth and all, but I wasn't planning on being here this weekend, and I didn't come down for his party. I have other things I'd rather do tonight," he said in a frustrated tone, although he was still talking in a quiet voice.

His jaw worked as he listened to whatever his sister was saying. It seemed she really wanted him to go to a party tonight. I started to speak up and tell him he should go.

"Fine. I'll go if Blair wants to. But if she'd rather not, we're doing something else. End if discussion. Now, I love you, but I gotta go. I was going to make her breakfast before she wakes up."

I closed my mouth And stared in surprise at his back. He wanted to take me? To a party with his crowd? And he was going to make me breakfast? Not blurting out that I loved him was hard, because after listening to this conversation, I wanted to open the window and alert all the neighbors that I was in love with this man.

He turned, And his gaze locked with mine. A slow, sexy smile touched his lips, and I was sure I might swoon on the spot.

"I gotta go. She's awake," he said into the phone, and ended his call.

I stood right where I was, unable to move, with that gleam in his eyes and the warmth of his gaze slowly trailing down my body and back up again.

"You even wake up gorgeous," he said in a gentle tone.

"Thankyou," was my silly response. I didn't know what else to say.

"You hungry? I was going to take inventory and make us some breakfast," he said as he walked over to the kitchen.

"I've already made coffee," he added on.

"Yes, but I can make breakfast. I make really good homemade waffles."

I followed him to the kitchen area. He glanced over his shoulder.

"Homemade waffles? Sold. All I can do is eggs and toast."

"Then you go sit over there, because both of us are not fitting into this kitchen."

He was pouring more coffee into his mug. Then he turned and walked back out of the corner hole I had for a kitchen. I may or may not have been checking out his butt in those jeans. I had to snap my head up when he turned back to me.

A knowing grin lit up his face, and he took a few steps back in my direction and placed his cup of coffee on the bar.

" I'm going to admit something that I think you should know. I'm a bit of a caveman. The idea of you cooking for me turns me on." His voice dropped as he said the last part, then her bent his head and pressed a warm kiss to my lips.