Chapter 4: Breakfast?

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I woke up in a cold sweat. In my room. How did I get here? Shoot eddie. I slowly turn praying he's not next to me. Thank goodness he's not. Ugh. I get up and shower. I'm on my way down when I hear a fridge door close. Are my parents home? I'm gonna be in south trouble I left a huge mess downstairs. I get to the living room and it's spotless. Not a crumb. I look over and Eddie Munson is cooking breakfast. And I'm in nothing but a towel.

"Good morning sleeping beauty" He said. His voice was tired and raspy. "I made you breakfast. I wasn't sure if you liked pancakes or waffles so I made both. Anddd eggs for protien. Ah I cut up your fruit. It was gonna go bad if you dont eat it today anyways. Oh and I'm heating up water for tea. You seem like a tea rather than coffee girl right? Are you?"

I'm baffled. Is this sweet or insane?
"Yes. I like tea b-"

"Sweet" He cheers to himself

"But you stayed the night?"

"Oh yeah mean you were a litttllleee wack last night and I didn't want anything to happen since technically I drugged you I figured you're my responsibility"

I was caught off guard. I've never been taken care of like this since I was child. It felt warm but a part of me felt undeserving.

"You really didn't have to do that" He closed his eyes and shook his head down about to speak. "But thank you. I appreciate it" I said

He looked at me and then down and turned his head to the side. Shit. I was still in my towel.

"Hold on" I say with one finger up as I scurry back upstairs.



Short chapter so sry

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