This is a totally unedited and old snippet from a story that parallels When You're With Me. I originally titled this story Absolute Decision, since the main character is a judge. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it, but here's a snippet. You can see how far I've come. This one is from 2008. Yeah, did I mention it was old?
Andie awoke the next morning, alone in the foreign king-sized bed. She rubbed her eyes and finger combed her hair as she looked around, not exactly sure where she was. The smell of bacon, eggs and fresh coffee toyed with her senses and made her stomach growl.
She slid out of the warm bed and padded barefoot to the kitchen without realizing or caring that she was stark naked. Ned, clad only in a pair of boxer shorts, stood at the stove.
She snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his midsection.
With his free hand, he stoked the length of her hip. “Hungry,” he asked, surprised and pleased to find her naked.
She nibbled on his earlobe. “Only for you,” she giggled and rested her chin on his shoulder. Her bare breasts skimmed his back and sent electric sparks to his groin. “What are you making?”
He flicked off the stove and turned to capture her in his arms. “Although I’d love to eat you all morning, I need some sort of sustenance from the dairy and meat food groups,” he laughed and reached for the plate. “Plus, I want to get to know you. What about you?”
“You’ve got me covered,” she giggled and kissed his bare shoulder. “I like whatever it is you have.”
He placed two eggs and three strips of bacon on her plate, and then got his own.
She sat and ate at his dinette table, perfectly content and buck naked.
Ned’s eyes fixated on her breasts and the silver nipple rings.
“You aren’t eating,” she said and dropped her hands. “Is something wrong?”
Slowly his eyes met hers. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything about you is so beautiful. I just can’t stop looking at your breasts. When did you get them pierced, if you don’t mind me asking,” he asked and devoured a strip of bacon.
Wringing her hands in her lap, she grinned thinly with embarrassment and squared her shoulders. “A guy told me it was hot, so I had them done to make him happy. But as you can see, it didn’t make much difference, because I’m still single and he’s not.” As the story of my life goes…
“Why not get rid of them,” he asked and shoved a fork-full of eggs into his mouth.
She shrugged and stared at the food. “They’ve grown on me. Kind of a reminder that I’ve done stupid things in my life that I don’t want to repeat,” she admitted and pushed the eggs around on her plate. “Why? Don’t you like them either? Most guys like them initially, but get tired of them after a while.”
“Doll, I like them, but if you aren’t comfortable, then take them out,” he said simply.