The closet smelled horrible, it had to, but I could barely smell anymore. I longed to wash up and eat something warm, something to fill me up. My stomach just hurt at this point, it stopped growling yesterday.
I peeked underneath the door to see if they were there, or if they had moved into a different room. Their stash was there on our living room table, but they were not there. I hadn’t heard the car, so I wasn’t exactly sure if they were still home. They could be sleeping upstairs.
I didn’t have any energy to sit back up. I just laid there on the floor, I couldn’t even cry anymore. I lost my voice from the crying and the screaming. Any time I tried to speak, my throat was so dry I’d break out into coughing fits. There was no point in fighting at this point. It’s been days.
I woke up screaming out of bed. Weston was trying to calm me down, to assure me that I was in a safe place. It took me a couple seconds to realize that I was in my room. In bed. With Weston.
I covered my face with my hands. “I’m so sorry.” I apologized.
“You don’t need to apologize.” He rubbed my arms. “Do you want to try sleeping?” I shake my head.
“I need food.” I say and I look at Weston just in time for him to give me a confused look.
“At three in the morning?” He asks.
“Food calms me down, you will soon learn that.” I say as I put my hand on his cheek.
He can’t help but smile. “Alright, what are we eating?” He asks.
“If you want to go to bed, you can sleep. I’ll be quick.” Wes is getting off the bed before I could stop him.
“I can sleep later. Let’s eat.” He pulls me out of bed and we go to my kitchen. I admire the view from behind. He’s in his briefs. I am in his T-shirt with nothing else underneath.
“What do you want to eat?” I ask him.
“I’m up for anything.” I go into my pantry and pull out some elbow noodles also known as macaroni.
“Good with homemade mac and cheese?” He smiles at me.
“Always.” I let him boil the noodles while I did everything else. I loved cooking. I was good at it. My grandma taught me well, and others liked my cooking. I’ve never had a complaint.
“Look at us cooking together.” Wes says to me as he pours the noodles into the boiling water.
I finish the cheese prep, and pull out the cream. We’re just waiting for the noodles to finish cooking.
I feel Wes put his arms around me from behind. “You’re so warm.” He says as he kisses my neck. I lean my head back. This feels so easy. This relationship with Weston was easy. We’ve only been at it for a week or so, but it felt different. I’ve never had a true relationship, and it was a little scary for me.
I turn my head to look at the noodles and see them bubbling over. “Oh no!” I giggled and leaned over to turn the heat down. Thankfully it didn’t spill. I grabbed the sides of the pot and poured them over the colander I put in the sink, then transferred them back into the pot.
I put the cheese in and some of the cream. I also added some spices, then mixed it. Because the noodles were so hot everything came together quite nicely. When I turned around, Weston had two bowls ready for us. I served us both, then he took both bowls and walked over to my table.
“I’ve never seen you so concentrated on something.” Weston says. “It’s like you go to a different place.” I grabbed our forks and sat across from him, handing him his fork.
“I like cooking.” I wait for him to try it before I did. He took a bite then looked at me impressed. “I don’t know complicated recipes, but just knowing I can make a decent dinner is good enough for me.”
“It’s really good.” I smile then take a bite of my own. We silently ate, it was a comfortable silence.
“I know it’s weird to be eating this late, but when I have dreams about being so hungry it hurt, I feel the need to eat to remind myself that I’m not in that place again.” He grabs my hand.
“It’s not weird, it’s completely understandable.” He kisses my hand, and he doesn’t let go of it until we are done eating.
“I’m going for seconds.” Weston says and I laugh.
I have cooked for Weston before, but before tonight he had never seen me cook. It was usually ready by the time he got here.
He sat back down, and I was done. I was really full. I decided that I wanted to know more about him. We were friends since Thanksgiving, we learned many things about each other, but now we were dating, there was more stuff to learn.
“What are your parents like?” I ask him and he almost chokes on the Mac and cheese. He clears his throat before speaking.
“I only know that you have a brother who is married, and that you have a nephew. I realized I don’t know anything else about your family, like your parents. I don’t even know your brothers name.”
“My brothers name is Clay.” That’s all he says and I give him a look.
“Come on, give me more. I wanna know more about the people who raised you.” Wes looked nervous.
“You sure you don’t just wanna make out?” I shake my head.
He sits up. “My parents are parents. My dad is a lawyer. My mom was a stay at home mom, now since we are all out of the nest and grown, she is part of some committee to keep her occupied. I only have one brother.” I felt like he was leaving something out.
“Are you close to your parents?” I ask. He shakes his head.
“I haven’t talked to my parents in about a year. It’s too complicated to get into this late at night.” I decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. If it was something serious, he would tell me, right?
“Okay, that satisfies my need to know for now. Don’t think I won’t be asking anymore questions.” He smiles.
I could feel myself falling hard for him. I was in trouble.