15. Pleasure then Regrets

                                    

                                          
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15. Pleasure then Regrets
                          
Nia Riley
                          
I laid in the queen sized bed just thinking. Thinking about my life, thinking about my mother, and everything. I loved that woman with all of my heart, and she'd been too sick to notice. What if I have Alzheimers too? My mother had it. I could get it too.
                          
What if I had a daughter and husband I adored, and one day I just forgot them? That would kill me.
                          
What if the man I adored was Chris? I'm not saying I was in love with the guy, but who knows what's in my future?
                          
All those random thoughts filled my head as I laid under Chris. I couldn't move even if I tried. But I kind of enjoyed being under him. I felt warm, safe, comfortable.
                          
I wasn't even gonna try to move, my body hurt too much to try. I was so sore, I'd never been that roughed up before, but God I'd enjoyed it. I wanted more.
                          
Chris groaned and rolled over, pulling me along with him. He was acting like I was his teddy bear or something. My body ached so badly, I hope he didn't move again.
                          
As the pain moved through my body I thought back to last night, and how I'd cooked dinner for Chris and I. Well I tried to.
                          
Chris had me pressed against the countertop, and he was waiting for my answer. I thought I'd said something in my thoughts, but I'd said it out loud, and now he wanted me to repeat myself. I wouldn't dare repeat it though, it was so embarrassing.
                          
“Well, I’ve been thinking about,-” Chris started to say before the fire alarm started to shriek. I looked over to the stove, and there was a big cloud of dark smoke flowing out of my seafood alfredo.
                          
"Damn!" I cried and ran over to the stove, trying to save my food. I turned off the stove and moved the pot to another burner. I heard Chris's socks hitting the floor as he walked out of the kitchen. God I'd messed up. Now he knew I was a freak, and I wanted him.
                          
The bottom of the pot had burned, but the food was still edible, just a little bit crisp.
                          
God, did he leave? I hoped he didn't.
                          
I walked out of the kitchen and to the kitchen table. Chris was sitting on my couch with his head in his phone. Oh thank God he hadn't left.
                          
"Are you ready to eat? I saved the pasta." I said. Chris lifted up his head and looked at me.
                          
"Yeah, lemme help you set the table." He said and tucked his phone into his pocket before standing up off the couch and walking towards me.
                          
I backed up and walked back into the kitchen to get our plates set up.
                          
"Do you want to get your own food?" I questioned loudly enough that he could hear me from where he was.
                          
"Yeah, I eat a lot. You go first." He responded. I grabbed a plate and started scooping out some pasta, and a lot of seafood. I loved seafood.
                          
"Okay, go ham." I told him once I walked into the living/dining room area and sat down at the table. Chris had put out two place mats for us, and he was currently refilling our glasses with fresh red wine.