Take On Me: Plantain Series Book Three by Amelia Oliver

Author:Amelia Oliver [Oliver, Amelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-02-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

The next morning, we sleep in since we stayed up most the night. I can’t explain the feelings that come over me when I wake to Joey beside me. So many mornings, in that still sleepy haze, I’ve felt like he was with me until I fully woke. But this morning, there’s no sadness at realizing he’s not here, because he is. I curl into his hard body, warm and still breathing steadily with sleep. I run my nose along his jawline and inhale his skin.

I bask in this feeling, holding onto it for when he leaves again. He mumbles something and turns his body into me, causing me to roll onto my back. He nuzzles into me, his hips pushing against me, but he’s still asleep. I need to pee and after a few moments, I slide out from under him. It’s not easy mentally since I want to stay in bed with him forever, but bladder calls.

I head into the bathroom and close the door softly, doing my business before my stomach growls. We didn’t eat the night before, and I’m just now realizing it. I’d brought some things for us to eat in the car on the ride home, granola bars and some fruit. But this won’t tide me over since I want him to sleep, wondering if maybe he hadn’t been getting much time for that in training. I know they rise early, are busy all day, and only get a few hours of rest at night.

Grabbing an oversized ARMY shirt from my bag, one Joey had sent me in the mail a few weeks ago, and put it on. I close the bedroom door and pad over to the phone beside the couch in my bare feet. Calling room service, which I hope is open since it’s Christmas Eve day, and luckily there is someone there to bring me breakfast. I order eggs, bacon, and toast for us, and a pot of coffee.

Turning the television on low, I sit on the couch and channel surf as I text Maven, then realize I’m only in a T-shirt, so I sneak back into the room and grab a robe on the back of the bathroom door. Joey’s still in the same position on the bed as when I left him, and I stop to look at him for a moment. A knock at the door jolts me out of my reverie, and I close the door again, before jogging over to the front door.

“Would you like me to wheel this in?” the man asks.

“Yes, please,” I reply quietly and move aside for him to enter.

The cart rolling across floor causes the tins on the plates to ting together and I hope it doesn’t wake Joey. I grab some cash from my purse and tip the man before he thanks me and leaves. I sit on the couch and lift the top off one of the plates, resting it on my thighs as I put salt and pepper on the eggs, munching on a slice of crispy bacon before pouring a cup of piping hot coffee.

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