Your nose inhaled a smell of food cooking so your eyes cooperate as they open. It looks like you fall asleep. You're covered with a blanket and you're laying on her gray Lawson sofa.
You slowly get up to fix the arrangements of the couch cushions and fold the blanket neatly. After you finish with that task, you saunter to the dining area near the living room where the amazing scent is coming from.
Lana is there, cooking breakfast with her apron on and her brown locks are tied into a ponytail. Her back is facing the entrance of the kitchen so you sneak silently near her. Then leaping on her to give a little scare. "Boo!"
She jumps in surprise and it made the cooking pan that she's holding shake. "(y/n)! Don't scare me like that." Her face looks pale and her hand slaps your shoulder while chuckling shakily.
"It's my way of saying good morning. Shocking isn't it?" You laugh in your own pun then peek at what she's cooking. "That looks delicious."
Her hand uses the spatula to flip the toasts on the pan. "It's just French toast, nothing fancy." Then she steps sidewards to pour the coffee from the pot.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" You stand still but your eyes watch her cook. Beads of sweat are forming on her forehead as the steam of the stove heats her up.
Shaking her head sideways and grins while she puts the toast to a plate then put another batch on the pan. "No, just sit down, I'm almost done."
You playfully pout then do as she said, taking your seat but admiring her culinary work. After a minute or two of watching her, she turns around to put two plates of your breakfast on each end of her Lancaster table. Then going back to get your cups of coffee before sitting down across the table.
"Let's eat!" Lana pours plenty amount of syrup over her powdered toasts. You use the maple syrup after she was done using it.
The two of you begin to eat but no one bothers to speak as you know there's an elephant in the room. However, you thought that maybe she didn't remember it at all given that she was really wasted last night.
You take a drink on your coffee to gain energy on conversing with her. "I'm sorry for staying, my nap becomes sleep." Snickering then continuing to eat your meal and hoping she'll continue the conversation.
"Don't worry about it, I should be sorry for disturbing you to ride me home." You glance at your professor that is tipping her head down timidly. "I hope I didn't do anything stupid." Her hand massages her temples while groaning in remorse.
Her last sentence stops you from chewing your toast, making you swallow it whole as you remember all that happened last night. The vision is very clear as you're not that drunk as she is and even the kiss is still stinging in your lips, causing you to press your lips to one another.
"Didn't I?" Lana repeats her question and you look up at her worried and regretful complexion.
Laughing your thoughts off "No, you just had one too many." Taking another slice of your food "How's your head? How's the hangover?" Adding in your questions to fill the little silence.
Another groan exits her mouth "I feel sick as I woke up. But I'm fine now, I drink some pills to calm it down." She forks the berries around her French toast then consumes them.
"Take a hot bath and get more rest, it helps." Giving her some tips to get rid of the nausea feelings.
Lana puts the dishes away after you're done eating your breakfast. "Wait here." She bolted out of the area and heard her bedroom door open and close minutes later. You can hear her giggling as she sprints closer, hands behind her back.
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Ethereal Pleasure | Venable vs Winters
Romantizm"The mind forgets but the heart remembers." (Y/N), 23, a contumacious student-athlete who loves to fool around with people. Her charisma made her popular with her fellow students. She's a rolling stone who never settles down since she believes t...
