𝙼𝚈 𝚃𝚄𝚃𝙾𝚁 [ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝟹𝟶

I wake up to pots and pans clanging together and the slight smell of burnt toast. The aroma makes my stomach grumble angrily and I roll over, going to switch the side-light off because the natural light coming through the blinds is enough to fill the room. My hand skims over something and I look to find a granola bar I'm certain wasn't there last night. I flick the switch before grabbing the bar after my belly rumbles once again.

I climb out of bed and walk to the mirror. I stare at myself as I stand in a man's shirt. Zion's shirt.

I know I didn't put this on myself.

I let out a long sigh, not bothering to care about the fact he changed me into something comfier and also seeing me in the ugliest of underwear and bra.

They aren't even matching...

I walk away and head for the bathroom, stopping myself to look into the sink mirror. My hair is a total mess...

I open the drawer beside me and pull a brush out, making sure to take my time running it through my hair.

Once it's roughly loose from the couple of knots and is taimed from the puffiness, I slip the hair tie from my wrist and put my hair up into a quick bun just so it's out of my face.

I walk out the bedroom door a couple seconds later, with my granola bar unwrapped and it halfway into my mouth.

I turn the corner to the kitchen to find a topless Zion with his back to me, showing off the one star tattoo that sits at the bottom of his neck along with the sharp, toned muscles of his body.

He turns around a second later and I can't lie to anyone. His front is wonders to my eyes and I wouldn't mind waking up to it every single morning.

Every single morning?...

No.

Not right now. That thought can go straight back to where it came from.

My fucking arse.

"Are you just gonna stand there and stare or are you going to get something to eat?" Zion stares at me with a small smirk playing on the corner of his mouth. No doubt he saw me looking.

I wave the bar I'm eating up in the air once. "I've got food." I take the last bite.

He rolls his eyes and turns around, gripping onto the pan which looks like it has bacon sizzling on it. "You need to eat something better than a granola bar. I can make you something if it's the cooking you don't want to do."

"I'm fine. Just not hungry. Thanks though." I walk towards the sofa and drop myself onto it, reaching over and grabbing the TV remote.

I switch on whatever I can find and watch it.

10 minutes later, something is placed in front of me on the coffee table. Pancakes.

I look up to find Zion staring me down.

"Eat it." Is all he says before he walks back into the kitchen.

I only lean forward and grab the plate because it looks good. The food looks good so I will eat it. Not because Zion told me too and not because he's right and I should eat something other than a small granola bar. I'm gonna eat it because it looks yummy.

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"Do you need a lift?" Zion asks the question as he slides on his shoes.

"I'm just gonna ask Kayla." I keep my eyes on the TV.

"I'm leaving, you might as well just let me drop you off." His keys jingle as he speaks.