When I woke up this morning, I felt amazing. And not in that "oh, yay, it's another day" way. No, it was the "I just had the best sex last night" one.

Scarlett was still asleep when I got up at 5am, her arm wrapped around me and her body pressed against me. We were both still naked, and the warmth of her skin against mine was not something I wanted to leave any time soon. If I didn't need to follow my normal routine and work, I would just lie in her arms until the end of the world.

Scarlett's apartment was neither too big or small, but it's definitely designed for only two people to live comfortably, not three. And I knew that something about the living situation would need to be done. What exactly, I didn't know at the moment. Speaking of... what if Scarlett's roommate came in last night and heard us? My face burned up at the thought of her hearing me scream, which I knew I did even though I'm not much of a screamer. Except for when I'm with Scarlett.

By 6:30 AM, I was done with my shower, outfit change, and was making my usual breakfast smoothie of a variety of greens and fruits when Scarlett appeared in the kitchen.

She didn't even look tired. Sure, her gorgeous red hair was a little messy, and her eyes had minor bags underneath, but despite all that, it's as if she had just stepped from a magazine.

"Good morning, baby." Scarlett smiled. She approached and placed a kiss on my lips before glancing behind me. "You're making a smoothie?"

"Yep," I answered with extra cheerfulness as I pointed to the boiling pot on the stove. "I'm actually making some coffee for you. I was going to bring it to you. You know... I-I thought I'd... um...treat you to some breakfast in bed."

"You're so cute when you get all flustered like that." Scarlett licked her lips. " And you and I both know what kind of breakfast in bed I'd much rather prefer." She smirked with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

"Scarlett..." I rolled my eyes as heat crept up my face.

"Let me make you something decent though," she added. She replaced the boiling coffee with a frying pan and turned the heat up.

"A smoothie is a decent breakfast," I protested.

"Not in my opinion." Scarlett poured olive oil on the hot pan, the liquid immediately sizzling on impact. "You're at my place, so you're going to be served something better than some pulpy drink."

I wasn't in the mood to argue, so instead I just leaned back against the counter while I observed her. She cut two perfect slices of whole grain bread and placed them on the sizzling pan. The delicious smell of toasted bread filled the room as my stomach slightly growled.

"See? Your stomach agrees with me," Scarlett grinned as she flipped the two pieces before taking out an avocado and what looked like goat cheese from the fridge.

With the speed of a professional chef, she prepared the food. Before I knew it, a plate of two slices of toasted bread with avocado spread and goat cheese appeared before me. The smell was tantalizing, but my stubborn mind wanted to stick to my smoothie.

"I'm okay, babe," I said. "I'd rather not disturb my normal routine. You should eat it. It looks amazing and toasty, just like you."

Her smile widened as she stepped closer to me.

"As much as that sounds flattering, I'm not letting you go off without taking a bite." She folded her arms with a pout.

I sighed. "You know I can't say no to that face..."

"Then it's working." She grinned. I glared at her before setting down my cup and taking the plate from her.

I bit into the toast, the crunchy texture of the perfect toast and velvety taste of avocados exploding on my tongue as I chewed the food.

"Oh my god." I moaned out loud. I closed my eyes and allowed my taste buds to savor the moments.

"See, I knew you would love it," she said.

I held out the plate with the other piece of toast.

"Oh no, it's all for you baby. I've got more of where that came from." She winked.

"Thank you," I said between mouthfuls.

"No need to thank me." She smiled. "You being in my life is all the thanks I need."

And much to my surprise, that did not sound corny. I knew that if Andrew said that to me, I would be irritated and annoyed. But hearing it come from Scarlett's mouth, it was special to me. I could feel my heart soaring high above the clouds as she prepared her own toast while I finished my last bites.

A thought flashed into my mind. "By the way, was Carmen here last night?"

Oh shit, maybe I shouldn't have asked it. That sounded weird.

"Oh, no," Scarlett replied as she placed the toasts onto her own plate. "She's actually out of town until tomorrow."

"Oh... that's..."

"Good?" She interrupted me as she turned around to face me.

"I mean..."

"Based on how loud your screams were last night, I'm surprised we didn't have the neighbors complain." She grinned.

Oh my god...

"I wouldn't have been comfortable with her here last night anyway," she added as she abandoned her food and came up to me. She was inches away from me as she placed both her hands on the counter behind me.

"Why?" I'd assume you were totally okay with her listening to you fuck the entire city.

"You're not like the other girls whom I've fucked, babygirl," she replied as if she could read my thoughts. "You're so much more than them. And I don't want anyone, not even my best friend, to hear how fucking loud I can make you scream. That's private, and only for me to hear."

I could feel my face heat up like an oven at her words as flashbacks of last night flow through my mind. It was as if I was transported back in time, her naked skin against mine as she bent me to her will.

Without warning, she lifted me up on the counter and spread my legs apart before placing herself between them. Her hands roamed my back, the warmth of her touch spreading heat through the thin fabric of my shirt. I didn't know where to place my own hands, so instead I used them to support myself on the counter.

"So who am I to you?" I breathed as her face was inches away from mine.

A brief pause ensued as she tilted her head to the side and looked at me with a sly smile lingering on her lips.

"You're my girlfriend, baby," she finally replied. "But you still have to prove to me that I can trust you."

"I think we both do," I said before I nervously bit my lip.

"Yes, we do," she agreed. "We both have trust issues, apparently, and the only way we can overcome them is to quit saying half-truths and hiding any secrets."

I knew she was right, and yesterday was a huge indication of it. Finding out that she has had sex with over 60 women was a big blast in the face. Did I want to judge her? Maybe... I don't even know for sure. I think women should be able to sleep with whomever they want, what's it to me?

But it still came as a shock to me, and Julia appearing at the gallery was like a gun to the head. I still haven't told her so much about my past, and neither of us have barely mentioned our parents. I still didn't meet anyone she knows besides her former fling, and vice versa (except the fling part).

But is it really unusual? After all, we've only been dating for less than two months. Of course there would be quite a few things we still don't know about one another. And we could start now.

"Let's promise each other that from now on, we won't lie about or hide anything from each other. And we can both gradually talk about our pasts when we are in the right mood," I finally offered as my hands finally found their rightful place on her waist.

"Sounds like a deal." She nodded. "Shall we seal it with a kiss?"

I smiled before her lips gently crashed on my own, the sweetness of her tongue bursting in my mouth. Burning flames surged up my entire body as the desire for her increased each millisecond. I wanted her right there, right now.

I was so distracted, that I didn't even notice that my phone has been ringing for the last ten seconds. I abruptly broke off the kiss, emitting a sound of disappointment from Scarlett.

My heart dropped when I saw the Caller ID on the screen.

"Who is it?" Scarlett asked worriedly.

I glanced up at her to find her face wearing a concerned look. I could only imagine what my own expression must be. Horrified? Terrified? Yes.

"I-- it's... my mother."