Edited by HJF
The next morning was typical for the two lovers in many ways, but this morning their early morning sex session that had become their custom had a little more tenderness than usual. It seemed both could feel the emotions still hanging in the air from the previous night. When it was over Katy made no attempt to rush away like usual. Instead she just laid there quietly treasuring the feel of him against her body.
Finally tired of the eerie silence Brandon spoke up, "You're awfully quiet this morning," he said, trying not to sound like he found anything wrong with that. She did not answer and he spun her to face him and looked her in the eyes. "Baby, what's wrong?"
She hesitated and then said, "Please don't hate me for asking this, but I have to."
"Ask what honey?"
She took a deep breath and asked, "What you said last night, did you really mean that or were you just trying to get into my pants again?" Brandon was a little angry, but he hoped his understanding showed through more. The question was irritating, yet understandable. Katy had been taken advantage of so many times that she could not trust him when he was sincere.
"Of course I meant it, every word. I love you Katy Hemmings and nothing changes that." Then after a pause he said, "That said I understand the question, I know you've been hurt and as well as we know each other we're still new on the trust thing, but..."
She stopped him, "I know, I'm sorry, I just had to ask, I'm sorry I doubted you. It won't happen again, I promise." Then, after a pause she asked, "So what does a girl gotta do around here to get some breakfast?"
Brandon looked at her confused, "But babe, you usually..."
Katy narrowed her eyes and asked suspiciously, "You wouldn't be trying to get rid of me would you? What's the matter, do you have another date for breakfast?"
"Of course not!" Brandon said.
"Good, then you're free to spend it with me, that is unless you don't want to..."
She was messing with him and he knew it, but that did not make being on the full defensive any more comfortable. Thoroughly confused at both her sudden shift in attitude and her new desire to change the morning routine Brandon did his best to gather his thoughts and give an intelligent, if not the correct answer.
"Of course I'd love to have breakfast with you my dear, but, and please don't take this the wrong way, don't you usually have somewhere to be about now? You know somewhere that makes it possible for me to perhaps survive this cruise?"
Katy smiled, clearly enjoying this game a lot, and said, "Well, while that is true, it is the last day of the cruise and I'd like to have breakfast with my boyfriend instead of my parents for a change. As for surviving, it's the last day. Daddy won't try to kill you so close to the end of the trip. Besides, weren't you all prepared to take on my dad last night for my hand? Or was that just talk, Brandon Metcalf?"
"Of course it wasn't," Brandon said, defensively thinking to himself that a day was still a long time to chance his survival. Still, the prospect of the entire day with Katy was very appealing. Knowing this could not be won Brandon smiled and asked, "Since it's impossible to cook you something myself would you prefer to order it in or go out?"
"Oooh, in sounds fun. That way we can fool around a bit before..."
"I like the sound of that," Brandon said, smiling.
"And then we can have a serious talk afterwards."
"I like that less." Brandon said, then added, "But I agree we do have stuff to discuss."