Chapter 2 #2
Butterflies dance in my stomach.
I really like him.
I get out of bed and put my hands on my naked hips with a sashay, “Prepare yourself for the best breakfast of your life.”
He smiles with a twinkle in his eye, he sits himself up against the headboard and rearranges the white blankets as they pool around his waist, “I’m already prepared.”
I put on my robe and make my way to the kitchen, I wasn’t even joking, I am going to make him the best breakfast of his life.
I just have to work out what the hell that is.
I open my pantry and look in, hmm…… there’s, oatmeal, pancake mix. I keep looking, I open the fridge and take out the egg carton and open it.
One measly egg sits inside, and I have no bacon. No bread either.
Shit.
I begin to panic, damn it. Now I don’t even have the ingredients to make even a crappy breakfast. I pull the cupboards open at speed and look in the freezer, I find some frozen blueberries. I have a banana too…
Right…. pancakes it is.
“Hurry up with my breakfast, wench,” he calls from the bedroom.
“Shut up, or I’ll poison it,” I call back.
I hear him laugh and I smile too.
I get to making the pancakes and from the corner of my eye I see him go up the hall to the bathroom and then go back to my bedroom, he obviously wants his breakfast in bed.
“Do you want coffee?” I call.
“Are you going to poison it?” he calls back.
“Maybe.” I smile goofily as I flip the first pancake in the pan.
“You know, you could come and help me.” I call.
“I’m good.”
“Well, if I’m in charge of the best breakfast of your life. I better be coming to the best date of my life tonight,” I call back.
“You’ll be coming alright, don’t doubt it.”
I giggle as I serve up the pancakes into a pile, I drizzle the berries and maple syrup over them and then sift icing sugar over the top.
I look over my handiwork.
Ha…. pretty impressive, if I do say so myself.
I arrange the plate onto a tray with a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee, and I twist my lips, it’s missing something.
I peer out the kitchen window and spy my target, that’ll do it.
I tiptoe outside and run to the fence, hanging over from the next-door neighbor’s house are pink flowers. I pick one and scamper back into the house, I put it into a tiny glass vase and proudly carry the tray into my bedroom. This shit really is the best breakfast of all time.
“Ta-da.” I smile.
Dylan’s eyes light up, “Wow.”
I sit down beside him on the bed.
“Where’s yours?” he asks.
“I’m not much of a breakfast person,” I lie, I totally am, but I ate the first two disaster pancakes and now I’m full.
He pulls the pink flower out of the vase and tucks it behind my ear, we stare at each other as a perfect moment runs between us.
“I like you,” he whispers
I smile softly, this really is the best breakfast of all time. “I like you.”
“You know…..” He pauses as if choosing his words carefully. “If I had my time again, I would have asked you on a date, so we could have done this the right way round. I didn’t mean for……” He pauses, “What I’m trying to say is…… you deserved better than I offered last night.”
He’s feeling guilty about the wham bam way last night went.
“Well……. Don’t beat yourself up, I loved every minute of it, officer.”
His eyes hold mine as he sips his coffee, “Shut up, or I’ll cuff you.”
“You shut up, or I’ll suck your dick.”
He chuckles, “A cook who goes above and beyond, this restaurant is five stars.”
“You know it.”
We stare at each other, and I get the feeling that magic is happening here. There’s something about him, about the way I am when I’m with him.
I feel like myself, and yet, as cliché as it sounds, I feel exciting and new.
Naughty.
“Can you eat your breakfast, so I can kick you out?” I smirk.
“What happened to sucking my dick?” he scoffs as he shovels a forkful of pancake into his mouth.
“You can’t have dessert before breakfast. Stop being a pig.”
He smirks as he keeps eating and nods in approval. “These are good.”
“Are you surprised?”
“No.”
We stare at each other, and again, the air swirls between us.
Does he feel it too?
He brushes the hair back from my forehead before softly kissing me, “You’re beautiful.”
My heart somersaults in my chest.
“And I wonder…..,” he pauses for a moment as if stopping himself from elaborating.
“You wonder what?”
“I wonder how I’m supposed to eat pancakes when all I can think about is you giving me a head job.”
I smile, I get the feeling that’s not what he was originally going to say.
“Well,” I smile as I kiss him again, I take the fork from him and fill it up with pancake, I fly it through the air to his mouth as if he’s a child. “You open your big mouth and you put the pancake in.”
He frowns and opens his mouth, and I shove the pancake in so far that he nearly chokes. He coughs with a laugh and wrestles the fork from me. “I wouldn’t be shoving anything in my mouth if I were you.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have something much bigger that I can force feed you.” He makes a grab for me, and I run, he chases me down the hall and crash tackles me onto the couch as he growls like a monster. We laugh out loud, and he kisses me, and just like that.
The morning is perfect.