part 7

"wait!" she called out just as his hand reached the doorknob. "So I don't get breakfast?"

He ran back to her, leaned her against the counter and gave her a kiss that took her breath away.

"yeah...thanks" she could hardly speak.

As he shut the door behind him, Brooklyn slid onto the kitchen floor, still gasping from his last kiss. She had never experienced all those emotions at one time: happiness, comfort, safety. Can't forget her favorite; the feeling, no the WANT of throwing him up against the wall and showing him exactally what she could do. She pulled herself together and up off the floor.

Looks like I'm having burnt toast, she thought to herself. Where did that boy put my toaster?

She dug around for a while before she found it above the microwave. She made her toast, only burnt on the sides, she was becoming a professional. She sat crosslegged on the kitchen counter pushing the toast around her plate, she suddenly wasn't hungry. A quiet tear rolled down her face, she was falling for him. Hard.

It was 11 o'clock that night, she was curled up on the couch watching Jeopardy when her phone rang. She didn't bother to see who it was, but smiled when she heard that perfect accent.

"hey babe" he said over the loud background.
"hey" she said her cheeks warming.
"How are you? You sound tired, did I wake you?"
"No! I've got a headache, changing seasons are bringing my allergies. How was your plane ride?"
"Good I guess. I lost $ 50 to Sasha playing poker. Damn he can keep a straight face."

The background was getting louder as more players entered the hotel lobby.

"sounds like you've got a room full" she said shifting on the couch.
"yeah, I'm rooming when Ovie and Semin, how and why, I don't know." he said fighting off a laugh
"Oh midnight pillow fights?"
"yeah right." he said letting the laugh escape. "It's a 3 o'clock game, I'm sleeping my life away tonight."
"so when are you coming back?"
"Um I think our plane leaves at 9 tomorrow night, we should be home around 11."
"great." she sighed. "I guess I'll have to settle with watching you on TV. By the way, my burnt toast completely sucked!"
"how about I promise to take you out for breakfast the morning after I get back?"
"yeah you better, concidering its my birthday."
"mmm well then I guess i better start planning your surprise party that you have no idea about."
"HUH UH! no parties! I don't enjoy them since I can't drink here"

She could hear Ovechkin in the background yelling.

"tell your woman good-bye and get to bed!" he ordered. "We've got a game to win tomorrow!"

"Well" she laughed, "I guess you better go before your mom gets mad"
"yeah I better. I'll call you when our plane lands tomorrow"
"Okay" she sighed.
"Bye babe"
"Bye"

She smiled and hung up the phone. As she curled back up in her blanket she tough quietly to herself: Maybe he's falling for me too.