I want to see your whole collection of socks
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Derek's POV
Strips of her brown hair veils her beautiful face. She looks so young as if age is just a number for her.
I gently stroke her face, brushing away her hair and looking at how peaceful she sleep.
I usually woke up at five in the morning for my running routine, but today, I decide to stay in the bed longer because I'm not sure when I'll get to see Rachel again.
The beams of dawn has reached the windows, it's half past six.
I lifted the bed cover and get out of my bed, our shirts were everywhere, I can't help but simper as it reminds me the night before.
I put her's neatly on the bed after I wore mine. Running the country is a 24 hours job, but it doesn't start until 9 a.m. I left the room and headed to the kitchen to request for our breakfast to be serve at the balcony, of course, a cup of coffee is essential.
I enters the room again, shutting the door with as little noise as possible, afraid to wake her up. My footsteps were easy when I make my way to the bed.
She's awake, eyes still groggy. I slipped inside the bedcover to join her.
'Good morning.' I kissed her hair. I love the scent she had on her hair.
She smile even when her eyes is close. 'Morning.' Her croaky voice greeted me and she spreads her hands wide to stretch. In a suddenness, her eyes crept open, like she just thought of something. She sits up immediately. 'Oh, God! I've been here the whole night?'
'What's wrong? You have a flight schedule this morning?'
'No.' She replied, 'I should have left before morning, somebody might sees us!' She looks flustered.
I laugh. Rachel looks at me with mild irritated look, as if I'm being ridiculous for laughing at what she is concerned about. 'I've ask to staff to stay clear of the private area, we've got this floor to ourselves.'
'Really? You can do that?'
I nodded and pull her to my chest. 'Don't spoil the morning, Rachel.' I kiss her hair again.
'Yes, but we have another,' I looked at the clock, 'two more hours before I get to work. So, would you join me for breakfast at the balcony?'
'Of course,' She lifted herself up, supporting her body with her elbow and circles my chest with her finger. 'I'll need to put on something first unless you want your gardener to watch a naked lady walking around your house.'
I rubbed her nose with mine. 'Only I get to see you naked. Come on, I'll see you at the balcony.'
I took a short moment to read the papers, wondering what will show up in the news. Pictures of me are always in the papers. I heard clicks sound from the door, turning to face the source of the sound, I was delighted with a view of Rachel wearing my blue shirt.
God, this woman knows how to seduce a man.
I smirk at her. 'Didn't expect you to wear that.'
I can see the admiration she had for the balcony view.
'You know, the chief benefit of your position is that it comes with a marvelous view of the city.' She complimented as she sat down besides me.
'I was awed by the view as well, when I first came in, and I still do now. This,' I pointed downward with my forefinger, 'is my favorite spot in this place, takes my burden away when I can have all the quietness to myself.'
'It's no longer quiet now, with me around.' She giggles. Her smile is intoxicating, I held her close to me and plant a deep kiss.
'Thank you, for staying last night.' I whispered at her, stroking her cheek.
'I wanted.' She said.
'So, is cheesecake considered as breakfast to you?' I hinted at the plates on the coffee table.
'Freshly bake?'
'From the courtesy of the White House kitchen.'
'Then it is.' She took the plate along with the fork, taking a small bite of the cake. 'Hmmm, this is good!'
'What are you going to do after this?' I asked, curious with her daily life.
'I question myself all the time, what should I do besides being a potato at home.'
'Where's your family?' I hope she wouldn't detect my lies, I hated to be dishonest with her, but at the same time, letting her know that Gavinski done more in depth check on her would probably messed up our relationship.
She stops eating for a while, her eyes wander across the stretch of land in front of us. 'My parents died when I was young and I was adopted by a couple.'
'I'm sorry about that.' The truth is, my sorry was not just for bringing up her stories, but for intruding into her information.
'And then, my foster mother, Regina passed away when I was sixteen. I lost all the person I love.' Her eyes is blank.
'What about your foster dad?'
She took a deep breath, her eyes refuse to meet mine. I began to wonder what secrets has been hidden beneath her. It will definitely makes me feel better to know it from Rachel herself rather than Gavinski.
'It's alright, Rachel, you don't have to tell me.' I peered at her with concern. I stepped onto her shoe before, and telling people the things you have decide to keep in the deepest part of your memories takes courage.
'Thank you.' She tucked her fringe behind her ear. 'I promise I will tell you Derek, but not today. He has been a father figure to me, it isn't easy.'
A pang of guilt hits me. She doesn't have to make such commitment to me. 'Okay.'
'So, there is something I wanted to do so much.' She croons on my chest.
'A quickie? We can start our record today.'
'No!' She roar hysterically. I'm glad I've brought her jubilant spirit back.'Not everything with you involved sex, Derek Hoffer!'
'That hurts, actually, but what is it you want?'
'I want to see your whole collection of sock.' She bite her lips and clings on my arm.
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'You have a Minions sock?' Rachel opens the drawer in my dressing room and explore my socks collection. I wasn't surprised at all that I had two big basket of socks collection.
'Of course, Rachel, don't judge me.' I sat at the armchair, watching Rachel exposing my "secret" collection.
'Wonder when you'll have a picture of yourself on the socks.'
I almost choke on my coffee.
'You are the coolest President I known, Derek.' She came forth, sitting on my lap. I held her close to me. We remained in this position for awhile, being comfortable with each other.
'It's almost nine.' She said softly, leaning against my chest.
'Twenty more minutes, just stay for another while, Rachel.'
'Hmmm...'
'What are you thinking?'
'You mentioned about setting record?' She said softly, her cheeks blushed.
Without saying further, I unbutton her shirt, my shirt, to be exact and Rachel positioned herself on top of me.