Ma chérie • Kylian Mbappe

5. Actions speak louder than words

Emma's POV:

I woke up to the smell of pancakes and someone singing and whistling.

Where am I?

I sat up and looked around, trying to remember what had happened yesterday when I suddenly spotted Kylian just in his boxers cooking in the kitchen.

I can't believe I'm at his apartment.

"Oh good morning, did I wake you up?", he smiled at me after noticing I was awake.

"Good morning, no it's alright", I sleepily said.

"I mean perfect timing, the pancakes are almost done.", he told me with a big smile on his face, pulling out two plates from the cabinets, "Did you have a good sleep?"

"Yes, you have a comfy couch", I laughed.

"Well, my bed is much comfier", he grinned and I just raised my eyebrows at him.

I got up and walked into the kitchen sitting down at the table.

He did make some effort though. There were fruits on the table, syrup, some fresh pressed orange juice.

"Did you make all of this?", I asked trying to hide my smile.

"Of course, who do you think it was then?", he said.

"Wow, I'm impressed", I chuckled.

"Wait until you've tried the pancakes", he told me.

"Can you at least put on some pants and maybe a shirt?", I pointed out.

Not that the sight of his body was awful, no way, he is well trained. But it's kind of intimidating, also I don't wanna eat in front of a half naked guy.

"Why? You're afraid something might happen?", he laughed.

"Ha ha really funny", I rolled my eyes.

"I mean if you're afraid that you can't keep yourself together, then of course, I will put on some clothes", he winked at me.

Very cheeky.

He walked over and placed the two plates with pancakes on the table.

"Bon appétit!", he said, "You can start eating if you want, but the pancakes, not me."

He was pointing out to the fact that I was starring at his body. Ugh, now that's what I call embarrassing.

He immediately broke out in laughter and walked out of the kitchen, me just turning completely red like a tomato. Good that he doesn't see this.

I took the fork and started eating the pancakes after I poured some syrup on them.

"Do you like them?", Kylian asked, now back with some shorts and a shirt.

He sat down in front of me and started eating.

"They're pretty good I have to say", I admitted.

"Thank you, I'm glad you like them.", he said, "I thought it would be nice to make us some breakfast after yesterday. I hope you feel better now."

It came back to my mind what Hanna had told me about yesterday after work when I called her like she asked me to do..

"Yeah, I.. I feel better now, thank you", I said looking at my plate.

"Do you wanna tell me what happened?", he carefully asked.

I took a big breath. Actually after being there for me and making this nice breakfast, I should probably tell him what this was or is all about. I'm afraid of saying it out loud, so I simply stood up and got my phone from the living room.