Ximena Gonzales gets arrested for two and half years for protecting her friends from getting brutally beaten up by prophets. What happens when she gets out? More importantly, what will Oscar think of her when he sees that she's out early?
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Oscar's pov
The bacon was sizzling, the fried eggs were popping, and the hashbrowns were cooking in all their desired places as I flipped the pancakes in the skillet.
One month. It's been one month since freeridge high won the playoffs, and one month since me and Ximena fucked on coach Ron's desk and left our cum on his floor for him to clean up.
Every night since, we've slept in the same bed together, and it feels good to wake up next to her every morning. Especially, when there are a few times I get to wake up with her pussy still wrapped around my cock from the night before. Those mornings are my favorite cause then I get to wake her up with slow sleepy grinding. Until eventually it wakes her up, and that sleepily grinding into eachother turns into a lazy fuck session all morning.
A petite body laid against my bare back and sleepily kissed up my spine, while wrapping their arms around me, hugging me from behind. She rested her head on my back and I could feel her lashes flutter close, from still being tired. "Good morning, baby." I tell Ximena and I hear her faintly groan.
"Coffee."
The corner of my lips twitch upwards slightly, as I serve the bacon, and the eggs onto plates before they could burn. Ximena kisses my back once more before slowly walking over to the coffee pot and pouring herself some.
"Good morning, hermoso." She greets me once she gets a sip of her life juice. With her coffee in tow she walks over and claims my lips. I sigh into the kiss with a smile as she pulls away and when I look back at the stove I notice a piece of bacon missing on the plate.
"Did you just kiss me to steal food?" I ask her with an arched brow and a slight grin.
"Maybe." she says with a sleepy smile before taking a bite into the strip of bacon. With my free hand I grab her waist and pull Ximena into my side, and with my other hand I lift the lid to the hashbrowns and stir them. She sips on her coffee while staring at my hand that stirs the food.
Ximena lays her head onto my shoulder and watches the food while I cook, and eats her bacon. When I close the lid back on the hashbrowns, I grab the spatula to the pancakes and kiss her head.
We've been secretly dating, for the exception of both our brothers and her friends, for the past three weeks now. I told her I would make it official and put a claim on her when the situation with those three prophets is handled, but we still haven't tracked them down. They've been quiet. Too quiet.
"Just know that's coming off of your plate." I tell her as I rub her back while nodding to the piece of meat in her hand.
"Fine." Ximena grumbles while eating the last bite of the strip. I watch as she perks up as she looks at me flipping the pancakes with my other hand. "Can I help?"
