Fantasies of a Slutty Girlfriend <3

-1- Vacationing in Curaçao

Sweet Mornings <3
~Together in this garden we shall grow no matter what, the rose looks up at her tree in awe and carefully he lowers his branch in return🍃🌳🌹~

*Chris POV*

The sun filtered in perfectly through the large glass windows of the apartment I stayed in. Stretching my limbs, I yawned and got up, scratching my head of messy, long hair with an audible sigh.

'Wow, this place is beautiful. Feels like a dream....' I thought.

The smell of food sizzling on a pan woke me from my haze. Just as I was turning my attention to the chef, a waft of the delicious smell passed my nose on again. My mouth watered in want but I instead ignored the grumbling of my stomach to greet the cook.

"Smells delicious~" I commented.
"Oh you're up babe? I'm making us breakfast." he said, flipping a pancake.
"It's making my mouth water....since when did you become such a good cook?" I raised a brow confusingly. Well, an imaginary one.
"I always was a great cook baby. Come on, let's go eat. It's done."

I got up out of the covers and stood shakily onto my feet, feeling sore around my thighs and calves.

"O-Ow..."

With that, I fell back onto the bed due to the sheer pain in my lower half.

"Shit, babe lemme help you." He said, putting down the spatula to help me up.

"Sorry I was uhm....a little rough last night..." Looking down at me, he stared at my legs and smiled a bit.
"Huh?" I asked, clearly confused.
"You don't remember?"
"I don't remember much right now..." I rubbed my temples and the bridge of my nose to lessen the pressure of my headache.
"It's alright babe. Let's eat for now ok?"

Nodding, I let him lift me up under my knees and cradle my head to his chest.

He let me down gently onto the comfy chair and set a plate of the breakfast he was preparing on the table before me.

"Hope you like it." He said, sitting down opposite of me with his own plate.

"Mhm" I tiredly responded. Whatever had happened last night leaving me exhausted still.

I took a piece of turkey bacon into my mouth with my fork, relishing in the taste. The salt was just the perfect amount for my personal preference, the juices mixed with the crispiness worked together and it wasn't too dry or undercooked.
I took a bite of the chocolate chip pancakes and couldn't resist releasing a soft moan of pleasure. The chocolate was melted just enough, the dough wasn't too dry and it tasted fluffier and more milky compared to what I made at home.

"Babe...this. is. delicious." I said seriously.
"Really?"
"Yes really! This tastes absolutely amazing! I've never had more perfect pancakes in my life. And the turkey bacon mmM~ It's the right amount of crisp. You should consider becoming a chef honestly." I complimented.

"Th-Thanks baby," he said, blushing, "But I'm not sure what I want to be yet. And I'm not that good anyway. I'm better than you at least."
"Ha. Ha. Sure you are." I said, unconvinced.
"You're so competitive and stubborn~" he said with a smirk, booping my nose.
"SooOoo! I must always win babe! You know this..." I huffed with a pout.
He smiled with a slight blush, smirking to himself.
"You know you love my competitiveness~" I said, folding my arms.
"Yes baby I do~ You know what else I love?"
I shook my head no. "Nuh-uh. What is it?"
"I love you~" he said, cupping my cheek.
"I love you too~"

"Now about last night...." he trailed off, knowing what had happened.

A sudden flash of memories rolled through my head of the previous day leading all the way to the night we spent together.

"Oof. I just remembered everything..."