Chapter Six: Carter’s P.O.V-
The next morning when I woke up I felt arms around me. I rolled over to be met by the sleeping face of Ross. I had almost forgotten that he had come back yesterday. His hair had fallen into his eyes so I gently pushed it out of the way. He looked so beautiful when he slept. I caressed his cheek with the back of my hand causing a smile to form on his perfect lips.
“Carter,” he sighed in his sleep.
I know it’s kind of stupid, but I can’t help but get butterflies in my stomach whenever he says my name. It doesn’t matter how he says it just him saying it is enough to make me jittery. He moved onto his back and I climbed up onto his chest. I kissed his forehead ever so slightly and nuzzled his neck with my head. His arms floated up to rest on the small of my back.
“Good morning love,” Ross said softly, with his eyes still closed.
“Morning,” I sighed.
“Sleep well?” he asked.
“Definitely,” I said “You?”
“Way better than I have over the past five months.” He said.
“I’m hungry,” I said.
“Want me to make you some breakfast?” he asked.
“Yes… but can you make anything?” I asked.
“I’m hurt that you think I can’t make you food!” he said sarcastically.
“Sorry but I didn’t know you could.” I said.
“Could you get off me?” he asked, sweetly.
I sighed and rolled off of him and just lay on my bed with my eyes closed. I felt two strong arms pick me up.
“I thought YOU were making breakfast.” I said.
“I am but someone has to boss me around.” Ross said.
“I’m good at that,” I nodded.
Ross stops at the couch and drops me down on it.
“Ow,” I said.
“Sorry babe,” he said, over his shoulder.
“That’s fine, I love being dropped.” I said, sarcastically.
I picked up a magazine off the coffee table and began reading it. Ross started bustling around the kitchen like he actually knew what he was doing. I peered over the top of the magazine in my hands and saw him in front of the stove.
“Whatcha doin?” I asked.
“Making food,” Ross said, not looking away from the pans in front of him “You?”
“Just reading about what shoes are in season.” I shrugged.
“Interesting I thought they only said things were ‘in season’ when they talk about fruit or plants.” He looked over at me.
I laughed and ran a hand through my hair. I dropped the mag back onto the coffee table and leisurely walked into the kitchen. I hoisted myself up onto the counter next to where Ross was cooking.
“What exactly are you making?” I asked, looking into the pan.
“This, my dear, is what you’d call bacon.” He smirked.
I laughed.
“Could you do me a favor, baby?” Ross put his hands on my hips.
“That depends,” I gave him a skeptical look on my face “What do you want?”
