Leah.
I wake up to him. My face nuzzled into him, his arms around me, keeping me in place. I slowly look up at him to see him in his adorable sleeping state.
His relaxed features. Closed eyes, the little mole on his right eyelid visible due to our close proximity. His pouty, tempting lips. Disheveled hair, covering part of his forhead. My younger self would be squealing right now.
She is long gone.
I knew I would end up doing something like this, which is exactly why I didn't want to sleep with him.
At least I wasn't wearing his clothes, waking up beside him like this in his clothes, my heart will explode and my beain wouldn't resist the slightest.
Ignoring the voice telling me to stay put and go back to sleep, I gently and cautiously reach to raise the arm wrapped around my waist and begin to lift it so that I can slip out.
Once I begin my escape, he stirs in his sleep. Just when I think I am free, he pulls me right back into his arms. My back against his bare chest. My body freezes in his arms as he rests his chin on the top of my head.
I really need a wee.
I once again try to move his arms only for them to tighten around my waist. Getting more desperate by the second, I try again.
This time I succeed and replace the empty space in his arms with a pillow. I gaze down at him, gently moving the hair out of his face.
He was ethereal, even in sleep.
I hastily make my way into the bathroom and begin to clean myself up before making a start on breakfast. I begin washing fruits and make the batter for pancakes, craving something sweet for breakfast.
Whilst cooking my tenth one, I begin to hear shuffling upstairs. I take out two plates and begin stacking five on each plate. I add a little bit of fresh whipped cream and sliced strawberries between each layer. I top it with cream, an assortment of; blackberries, raspberries and blueberries and a drizzle of syrup.
I place those onto the island and begin to make the banana milk. I add ice cream, banana and milk into the blender, allowing it to do the hard work. I can feel him watching me from the doorway as I manoeuvre around the kitchen.
I pour the milkshake into two cups and set them down on the island. It is then when I decide to acknowledge him as I take a seat.
"Good morning, I hope you like pancakes."
He walks into the kitchen to where I am sat. I watch as his eyes fall onto the plate and milk infront of him, his mouth salivating.
Something overcomes him as he blinks. He then picks up an apple from the fruit bowl and heads out the door, leaving me to stare at the front door in confusion.
Why in gods name would he choose an apple over pancakes?
I begin to cut a peice of pancake and stuff it into my mouth, washing it down with the milk.
Am I that bad of a cook?
No that can't be it, it looked like he liked what he saw.
I look over both the plates as I down the entire milkshake.
Perhaps he is lactose intolerant.
He couldn't be. Mrs H would have told me if he were.
I can't be a bad cook, people eat my food. Granted, I am no five star michelin but I am alright, people like what I cook. The presentation looks as good as it can be when it comes to pancakes.
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Teen Fiction"I wouldn't do that if I were you" She was frozen on the spot, so I made use of the opportunity. I slip off the ring on her left hand and place it onto her right, replacing it with the ring that meant she was mine. Mine. Mine to toy with. Mine to...
