Elsie
I had been awake for a while but was too warm and comfortable to move out of Kellan’s bed. He is still sound asleep next to me, his back to me. My attention falls onto the scars on his back, but I noticed last night it isn’t only his back he has them. There are some on his legs, sides, and stomach, too, but they aren’t as noticeable as the ones on his back. If I was to guess, some of them look like burns from a cigarette or something. I wonder what happened. Did someone hurt him, or did he do it to himself?
I sigh, reaching over, gently caressing the ones on his back, but not enough that he will feel me touching him. It makes me sad even the thought of either of those things. I see brokenness in his eyes sometimes, like he is fighting a world of demons alone. It breaks my heart. I hate seeing people hurting in such a manner. It is a reminder of how cruel the world we live in is.

Kellan stirs, and I quickly pull away, pretending to be still sleeping. I feel him shift, and his warm lips land on my shoulder. I moan softly, my skin heating under them. I open my eyes to look at him. He was lying on his side, resting his face on one hand, the other moving to my stomach, his rough fingertips stroking it.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he smiles, “Good morning, handsome,” I reply, grinning at him.
He lets out a small chuckle, pecking my lips, “How did you sleep?” he questions, “Great! You?” I reply.
He pushes the hair away from my eyes, “Better than I have done in a while.” I think most people sleep better with someone next to them. I know I do.
He rolls onto his back again, patting his chest. I shift, snuggling into his side and rest my head on his chest. He slips his arm around me, tickling the small of my back. I make shapes with my fingers on his chest. I head down towards his stomach, “Please don’t.” he whispers.
I nod, replacing my hand on his chest, “Can I ask what happened?” I say cautiously. I feel his entire body tense, “I need coffee.” He pulls away, jumps to his feet, pulls his boxers on and disappears out of the bedroom without saying another word.

I will take that as a no, then. I sigh, sitting up and running my fingers through my messy hair. I guess he doesn’t trust me enough to share or isn’t ready, but I understand because we haven’t known each other long. I would bring it up again unless he does, but that is highly doubtful.
I climb out of his bed, finding something to put on. I found the clothes he gave me last night to sleep in, which didn’t stay on long: boxers and a tee. I don’t know if going after him is the best idea, but what does he expect me to do when he leaves me alone in his room, stay in there and wonder when or if he is coming back? No, thank you. If he is upset with me, he can tell me to my face and the same thing if he wants me to leave.
I headed towards his kitchen since he wanted coffee.
“Kellan, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” I say softly, appearing at his side. He sighs before focusing on me, and the familiar brokenness is present in his eyes.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, angel. I don’t like discussing them with anyone. I shouldn’t have reacted how I did. I am sorry.”
“It is okay,” I whisper. Kellan places his hand on my hip, bringing me into his chest and steals a kiss, “No, it isn’t, but can we forget about it, please?” I nod to answer his question.
“Coffee?” he smiles. I raise a brow at him, “I know, silly question, always yes for coffee.” He chuckles.
I smile brightly at him, and he pours us a mug each, “Do you have food? I am starving?” I ask, taking the coffee from him, “Yes, I will make us breakfast after we have our coffee.” He replies.
He takes my hand in his, leading us outside to the patio, sitting on one of the chairs, and pulling me into his lap. I giggle, trying not to spill my coffee all over him. Kellan slips one arm around me.
“What are you doing today?” he asks, circling his fingers on my hip, “Hmm, nothing much. You?”
Kellan attaches his lips to my neck, kissing and nibbling, and it is enough to make me whimper and squeeze my thighs together, “I am hoping to spend a lot of my day naked with you, fucking you in every room and surface in the place. What do you think?” he rasps, sinking his teeth into my neck. I cry out, turning to crash my lips to his, repositioning myself in his lap to straddle him.
Kellan grabs my thighs roughly, kissing back in the same way. I moan, rolling my hips into him. I swear I am constantly horny around this man.
He backs his lips away from mine, both breathing heavily,” I will take that as a yes,” he chuckles, swatting my ass, “But first, we need to have breakfast and stop by your place to pick you some things up since you will be staying here with me tonight.” He sounds certain in his words.
“I am? What makes you think that?” I snicker, “Because once I am done with you, kitten, you won’t be able to walk right or have the energy to go home.” He answers smugly.
“Okay, if you say so.” I tease.
Kellan gives me a firm look, wiggling his brows at me, “If I say so? Is that the answer you are sticking with?” he asks, “Yes.” I smirk.
A devilish look covers his face, “Oh, sweetness, you are going to regret your words later.” He chuckles darkly.
I roll my eyes and shrug. I knew he was telling the truth, but I enjoyed messing with him. He grabs my face in his hand, pressing his lips hard to mine and grabs my ass.
“Now drink your coffee, and I can make us food,” he says. All I can do is a nod in response. He lifts his cup from the table, taking a sip, and I can see him smirk behind it. Arrogant ass! He knows fine well what he does to do me.
I stick my tongue out at him, causing us to laugh loudly. I sit next to him, enjoying the air and the view. He places his hand on my knee, not saying a word or moving it. I smile to myself at his sweet gesture.
“What do you want for breakfast?” His question breaks the silence, “Hmm, avocado on toast with a side of scrambled eggs, well, if you have the things in the house for it.”
“I do,” he smiles, “Great! Breakfast is sorted.” I reply.
I don’t mind spending my day with him because the more time we spend together, the more I can work him out and who knows, maybe in time, he will feel comfortable enough to open up. I guess it depends on what he wants and where this goes.