Beep, beep.
Orla tossed around on the bed, disregarding the beeping alarm. She was still very much absorbed in her morning sleep even after sleeping the whole night.
Beep, beep.
The alarm blared again, piercing her ears. She yanked the duvet off her body and angrily snatched the phone from the bedside table.
She pressed the power button to shut it off, not that she needed the phone for something important. It was majorly for alarms and internet stuff, no one called her.
Groaning, she rested her back on the headboard. The sleep had been stripped off her eyes, and her large eyes were glinting with uncertainty.
She was awake, another day without Betty by her side and she was confused about life itself.
"Good morning, did you have a good rest?" Callan's voice interrupted her thoughts.
She looked over at him, her jaw dropping without conscious control.
Callan was clad in his workout outfits, a black loose-fitting singlet that gave prominence to his ripped chest and broad shoulders. A pair of black skinny trousers and a pair of white sneakers.
He was super sexy and sweaty. Orla wondered if he could ever go wrong on any clothes. Everything seemed to perfectly fit his hunky frame.
"Good morning," she muttered a response.
Callan nodded his head, and a broad smile sprang on his face. He looked at Orla and said. "You've been sleeping since last night."
"Oh?" She had intentionally slept that long to avoid a conversation with him. "I was tired and needed a lot of rest. The Doctor said I needed to rest." She reminded him.
"I figured and I let you have your rest." He yanked the gloves off his palm and gently took the shirt off his body.
When Callan's bare body came into display, Orla swallowed the lump that had built up in her throat since she saw him that morning.
She wasn't prepared for those funny reactions her body was generating, she needed to get her ass off the bed, waltz right into the bathroom to have a cold bath and start her day.
She did get off the bed but didn't make it to the bathroom when Callan's voice stopped her.
"About last night," he started.
Orla was fiddling with her fingers, oblivious to Callan's swift movements around the room. She tipped her head up to see him right in front of her, attempting to take her hands
She moved back, startled.
"When did you get here?" She asked, stiffening her shoulders.
"Orla." He smiled gently, "I have been here for a while now. What's on your mind?"
"Never mind, I have to take my bath." She made for the bathroom, hurrying in before he stopped her again.
Her chest was falling and rising, and surges of heat sizzled her face. Every encounter with Callan always resulted in an overproduction of adrenaline. She couldn't handle it, and it sucked that she couldn't.
Callan slid into the bathroom before she could slam the door shut. Orla didn't want that, she hadn't planned to have a bath with him, she'd never done it and she wasn't ready for that.
"I was going to have my bath." She protested when Callan walked over to the men's bathtub.
"I just got back from my early morning workouts, I am sweaty and need a cold shower too." He beamed. "Go to your side, I won't stare at you if you don't want me to, I promise."
That was a lie. There was no way Callan wouldn't stare at her if she proceeded to the female bathtub.
The whole place was glassy and transparent, and he would make sure to feed his eyes with every bit of her. He had seen her nakedness on several occasions and she wasn't shy about that, but something just seemed to be different that morning.
"Come on , go have your bath. We are running out of time." He nudged her towards the female bathtub, stripping the towel off his waist.
Orla quickly turned away to thwart herself from seeing Callan's big dick that she secretly craved whenever her eyes caught a glimpse of it in his shorts.
"Are we supposed to go somewhere?" She asked, taking her nighties off her body. Her back was turned to Callan.
He carefully watched as she cautiously stripped herself before entering the bathtub.
"Maybe we are." He responded before she shut the door to the bathtub.
Orla slipped in, naked and stunning. Though he promised not to look at her, she didn't deter him and he concluded that she wanted him to stare at her, look at all her glory and maybe take her in the bathroom if she was willing.
He was helpless as he stared at his naked wife, leisurely having her bath. His dick hardened, and it took a big shot of resilience for him not to come out of the bathtub and join Orla where she was.
He understood that they were just trying to rebuild and redefine their relationship and she was a virgin too. He hadn't decided if he'd been able to sleep with a virgin even though Orla turned him on in the most insane way.
Callan was the first to leave the bathroom while Orla joined him in the bedroom a few minutes later.
He was dressed up before she showed up, it amazed her how it took little time for him to dress up. She shot a glance at him before proceeding to the closet.
"You weren't able to eat last night."
His voice sent tingles to her skin. Hot ones. She wasn't certain why it was like that. Probably because she had nothing underneath her towel and she had been harboring wanton thoughts since she saw Callan's dangling dick in the bathroom.
"I slept." Her response was curt.
She was scared he'd perceive her lasciviousness in her voice. She was certain that her voice would tremble if she talked for long. He couldn't detect that now. She was mad at him and they still needed some time apart.
"You did." He took a few steps close to the mirror side, close to her side of the closet. The distance between them was big enough, but she didn't trust the reactions her body would produce if Callan moved a little closer. So, she backed away, far from the closet. "Why aren't you dressing up? I told you we don't have so much time."
"I think you should move away from here. Maybe then, I will be able to wear my clothes. You are too close, I don't fancy that." She huffed a sigh, stroking her forehead with her middle finger.