New Beginnings { A Jamie Dornan & Dakota Johnson Fanfic }

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It was 8:30 in the morning, I woke up and walked down my short hallway to see no other than Jamie asleep on my couch.. I smiled lightly and smirked, tapping his head lightly cause I knew he was still sleeping. "Oh, I'm sorry.. did I wake you?" I said with a playful smirk. As his eyes slowly began to open and a light grin on his face came about.. his Irish accent, becoming more of a sleepy one.. "Yes, now let me go back to sleep you weirdo!" he exclaimed, laughing a little in the midst of it. "Fine then, sleepy head. At least tell me what you want for breakfast." I insisted for him to tell me, letting him know that I wanted him to choose.. Afterall, he was, sort of my guest? "French Toast!" Jamie said as if he was awake.. I guess men really do enjoy a women in a kitchen. Not to to make that sound demeaning or anything, it was just, funny the way it was said. "Fine." I stated, making way into my kitchen as I grabbed the necesties. I cracked open an egg and whisked it together, placing the toast face down and repeating it on the other side, placing them both into a pan.. I waited until they were golden, almost perfect, to take them out of the pan, and once I did. I sprinkled some cinnamon and powdered sugar on them, just to make it look edible and fun.. I waited for the scent to trail into Jamie's nose so he could wake up just to that normal sound. Sooner or later, Jamie woke up and sat infront of the bar table, I placed his plate down infront of him, pouring syrup onto his plate because I knew he liked that sort of stuff. As Jamie began eating, I looked at him closely, still curious as to why Amelia would even be insecure about the entire sitaution.. I mean, she was gorgeous, they even have a gorgeous daughter together! there was no need to think anything was going to happen between Jamie and I.. hell, I spent all night trying to wrap my brain around it.. As I looked at Jamie, enjoying his brekafast, he could tell I was concerned. "What's wrong?" he asked me, as he began giving the same look I was giving him. "Huh? oh, I was just wondering what caused all this to happen." "Tabloids." he cut me off, as he looked down for a bit. "They've even said that I've hated you, which isn't true by the way." He said with a smile, I playfully smirked at him, quoting one of his lines from Fifty Shades. "Well if it's in the paper, it must be true." he cocked an eyebrow at me and laughed, understanding my reference. "Okay Christian Grey." he said with a playful grin on his face, placing his plate in the sink so he could do the dishes. "I'm going to take a shower.." he smiled, taking his shirt off and walking into my room so he could use the shower. It was a condo, not bad for someone who lived on their own, right? as soon as he left and closed the door.. I couldn't help but find his shirtlessness attractive; I mean, yeah, i've seen him shirtless before.. so why didn't it feel attractive then? what was my brain even thinking? thinking like that.. he's a friend for God Sake!