I enter the kitchen, the smell of waffles filling my nostrils, when i see his shirtless back behind the kitchen island.
He's still here.
In my kitchen.
Shirtless, in my kitchen.
He was shirtless in my bathroom and today in my kitchen.
He didn't leave.
When i woke up this morning, he wasn't in the bed, and i thought he may have left, so i made my way downstairs.
"Good morning beautiful" he smiles and i take a second to take a mental picture of this moment.
"Good morning handsome" i greet him with a smile. "I smell waffles"
"I made them especially for you"
For me.
I get closer, giving him a hug from behind, while he gets the breakfast ready.
"I bet they taste as delicious as they smell. Want me to get coffee?"
"Yes please, black with one sugar"
He's a milkshake, a cookies and cream and a sugar person.
I get the coffee ready as he puts waffles in the plates
"Here you go."
"Why, thank you" he smiles as we take a seat around my kitchen table like it's the most normal thing.
Two people that met yesterday, and now having breakfast.
"How was your sleep, Ron", he takes a sip from his coffee.
"That was actually the first night i got more than four hours of sleep, in a long time"
I furrow my eyebrows.
"So you sleep for four or less hours every night?" i ask and he takes another sip of his coffee.
"If i'm lucky to fall asleep at all"
"Is there a reason?" i look at him, taking a bite from my waffles.
"Nothing serious, it's just insomnia" he cuts into his waffle, and takes a bite.
"I'm happy you slept well, then" i smile.
"I actually have insomnia sometimes too. Bad dreams" i take a bite from the waffles.
"Okay it's not because i haven't eaten waffles in so long, but these are way too good, Ronan" i try to change the subject.
He eats with me, and smiles. "Thanks, and do you have bad dreams often?" i sense a worried tone in his question and i shake my head.
"Normal things. Nothing to worry about" i smile.
"Do you have plans today? Do you have to drive back?"
Please, say no.
Stay.
Why the hell I want the man I met yesterday, to stay?
"I have to go to a gala type of things, its a fundraiser"
My face expression may have talked by itself because he smiles at me softly.
He's a gala type too.
"Fancy" i smile.
"Would you like to come with me, Cecelia?" He asks.
Me, at a gala? That would be like you take Taylor Swift at Jake Gyllenhall's sister's house. Not fitting and i have never been to a gala, or a fundraiser before.
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Love, Cecelia
RomanceWhen Cecelia Collins agrees to go on a blind date with Ronan Elwood, only to find out they met before, she doesn't except to fall for him that soon. What happens when she finds out that he's leaving soon? What happens when her childhood love comes...
