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Just Breathtaking.

Chapter Seventeen

I woke up that morning once again on his chest, tucked into his arms, I whined and the balcony doors were still open, so I could smell the baked goods from the street below, I hummed smiling and thought to myself. I could go get some ingredients before he wakes up and make him breakfast. A pleasant surprise surely, I looked at the handsome man below me and decided to go with it. I slipped away from him successfully and pulled my sweater off, getting changed (above) I then grabbed a woven basket from my closet and left the apartment. As I exited onto the street, I moved across the street, I walked into the shop I showed Steve yesterday seeing Juliet, the owner. "Juliet! Isn't it a wonderful morning?" I asked and she looked at me smiling.

"Y/N! Bonjour! You look gorgeous as ever. Tres Bien!" She smiled and I saw her collecting my usuals.

"Can you double the order today? And How's JC?" I asked and she scoffed.

"No problem dear, and Don't get me started on Jean-Claude!"

"I hear you!" I heard JC yell from the back and I laughed.

"Yeah yeah! He's doing fine sweetheart." She said and I smiled and nodded. "So who was the man you were with yesterday?" She asked and I tensed.

"Huh?"

"I was closing last night and you walked by, pointing at the shop." She said and I relaxed as she filled the basket.

"Oh, he's my... Friend." I smiled. "Steve," I said and she squinted at me, mumbling.

"Friend? Or Friend?" She winked at the second 'friend' and I tensed a little smiling softly.

"Complicated," I said and she chuckled and placed my basket back in my arms. I handed her some money and hugged her. I left holding the baguettes under my arm carefully and hummed as I walked back home with everything I needed, I went inside and back up, walking into the kitchen and beginning to make breakfast for him, I started by going to my record player and playing my favourite record, it was top romantic hits of the '50s and '60s having classics such as Elvis and the platters, I swayed my hip as I cut the baguettes and toasted them on the stove, where I then made eggs and set the table up, there were strawberries that I went to wash as suddenly my favourite song came on, Only You by the Platters, and I started to sway, softly closing my eyes as running my hands through the strawberries in the water, I felt hands slip onto my hips, and I looked up seeing him looking down at me, swaying with me, he took the strawberries and placed them onto the counter, he turned me and grabbing my hip and hand, swaying with me, I couldn't help but smile up as him as we started moving around, he pulled back and spun me, I twirled and he pulled me back, but with my arms across my chest, his hands holding me and his chest pressed into my back, his face in my neck as we swayed, he turned me to face him, and dipped me down, as he did the song faded out and he gently kissed my lips, i kissed back gently, he hummed pulling me to stand into the kiss, we pulled back and and I smiled at him. "I've always wanted to do that," I said and he just smiled.

"Yeah?" He whispered pulling me to him and I nodded. "I'm happy I was the one to give it to you-"

"My real first dance," I whispered and he just started to smile more, he leaned down and kissed me again, and I hummed. "I made you breakfast," I whispered and he hummed and I moved him to the chair. "Sit, here." I pushed him down and he did, smiling, I grabbed his plate and put it down in front of him, and the strawberries, coffee and jam, grabbing my plate and sitting. "bon appétit." I said and he looked at it smiling, we started to eat, and my phone went off, and I looked at it, seeing a text but before I read it I couldn't help but get a photo of Steve, he leaned back holding his mug, taking a bite of his toast looking out the balcony door, so I snapped it, looking down at it, he was just gorgeous, his skin was glowing, he was shirtless because of just waking up, he looked so happy and content, his hair floppy because of the length, and his stubble fitting his face so nice, the slight hair on his chest so attractive, I was ogling over it.