My body feels sore and my head hurts like I had a hangover. I remember vaguely that I came to Hayden’s room last night to check up on him...and then...
I bolted up in bed with my eyes wide opened as I remember what had happened after I entered Hayden’s room. The first thing I did was feel my body for my clothes. Phew...my clothes were still on...
However, when I looked around, I did not recognize my own bedroom. Obviously, because I was not in my own bed anymore which can only mean one thing. I’m in Hayden’s bed. Last night, I didn’t have time or the attention to take in the surrounding of Hayden’s room. Looking around, I realized how large the room really was and how tidy.
Everything about the room was luxurious, the room had its own private bathroom, and I could see two adjoined room from where I was sitting on the bed. One had its door opened and I could see that it was a mini private living and working room. The other had its door closed.
The room was silent. I don’t know what happened after I passed out last night but somehow, I ended up sleeping in Hayden’s bed and right now, Hayden was no where to be seen. I wondered where he went off to so early in the morning. Usually Hayden woke up late; he clearly wasn’t a morning person.
I got out of his bed as fast as I could and quickly went back to my bedroom before anyone could spot me. My mind still felt like a mess and my body felt heavy, reminding me of the heated session I shared with Hayden last night. I could still feel his lingering touches on my most feminine part.
Immediately after entering my room, I headed for the bathroom to take a shower. I knew I had to shake all thoughts of Hayden for my mind. After undressing, I looked at my naked self in the mirror; however, it only reminded me of the places that Hayden had caressed, kissed, and pleasured.
He touched me here, I thought as my hands move up to cover my breasts. My body still ached from his touch, and I could still feel the heat in between my legs. I touched my breasts and closed my eyes; I could see Hayden and his large manly hands on my womanly flesh as he squeezed and caressed them until they lost their shape in the palm of his hands.
I heard myself moaning softly before whimpering his name as my breath quickened. Hayden...you’re driving me insane...
"Thank you, Miss Malissa. If you’re interested, I can teach you some simple flower arrangements," Auntie offered kindly.
I watched her slightly wrinkled hands skillfully arrange the flowers and wondered if there was anything this old Auntie couldn’t do. According to her, she’s been ’babysitting’ or taking care of Hayden for many years. Perhaps, she’s been with him since his childhood?
"Really? That would be great. I’ve always wanted to learn but never got around to it," I said.
"I heard that you’re an artist so you must have good sense for beauty. Flower arrangement should be a breeze for you," Auntie said cheerily.
"I’m just an art student. I’m still in my final year of university...so I wouldn’t dare call myself an artist yet," I replied humbly.
"What art do you do?" she asked.
"Oh...I mostly focus on watercolor painting, but I can do other types of paintings and some basic sculpting as well," I replied.
"Wow. You have to show me some of your paintings sometimes," Auntie said with interest.
"Sure thing. Umm...Auntie you mentioned that you used to babysit Hayden..." I began, hesitantly. I didn’t want her to feel that I was being too nosy.
--To be continued...