Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Dylan.
It wasn’t a dream, he’s still here.
He rolls me onto my back and with his hand splayed across my stomach he gently kisses my shoulder, “Good morning.”
I smile shyly up at him, “Hi.”
I remind myself to play it cool, pretend that I’m more experienced than I actually am. How the hell does this scenario go, what happens now?
Dylan traces the tip of his pointer finger across my shoulder and down my arm, it’s as if he’s choosing to remain quiet, wanting me to say something first.
“So….” I whisper up at him, “What happens now, I’ve never woken up with a stranger before.”
Surprise flashes across his face before he covers it with a smile, “You kiss me.” His lips gently take mine, “And I kiss you.” The kiss is sweet and gentle, unlike the love we made last night.
Who am I kidding? There was no love making, we fucked like the strangers we are. His tongue slowly slides through my lips.
Ahh…… I didn’t even brush my teeth yet.
He kisses me again, deeper this time, and I feel my arousal roll in as my hands curl through his hair, his hand slides between my legs and I wince. I’m swollen and sore.
“Are you okay?” He frowns.
I nod, feeling self-conscious. “I’m fine, just a bit tender.”
“I hurt you.” He retracts his fingers immediately.
“No.” I shrug, “I just haven’t …….” I stop myself, not wanting to sound stupid.
“You haven’t what?”
“It’s been a while.”
He breaks into a big, beautiful smile, and I feel it all the way to my toes.
“You seem very happy about that?”
He pushes my hands up above my head and bites my neck as he smiles against my skin. “Maybe a little.” He bites harder and I laugh out loud as I try to get away from him.
He leans up onto his elbow and falls serious, “Would you like to go out tonight?”
“Where to?”
“Dinner.”
“Like, a date?”
“Yes. Like a date.”
“Ummm……” I pretend to think it over, and he pokes me in the ribs.
He widens his eyes in warning. “Careful.”
“Can you wear your uniform?” I ask.
“No.”
“So, what will you wear?” I tease.
“I don’t fucking know. Date clothes.”
I giggle and he puts his hand over my mouth. “Shut up or you’ll be more than tender in a minute.”
“What will I be?”
“Pulverized.”
I laugh out loud, oh man, he’s so fun. “Are you making breakfast?”
“No.” He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my fingertips. “You are.”
This wake up is the opposite of what I imagined; it doesn’t feel awkward at all.
“What do you want to eat?” I ask.
“What I want to eat has been taken off the menu.” His dark eyes drop to my lips, and I know exactly what he’s thinking about.
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.