Rih's POV
"Damn, Rih. What you cooking?!"
I chuckle as Chris walks in, shirtless. His eyebrows raise and his mouth opens wide, and his eyes go from me, the stove, the plates of eggs and bacon, my plate of toast, and back to me again.
"Eggs and bacon?" He finally closes his mouth, and grins at me. "And toast?"
"Boy, put your own bread in the toaster." I push my plate away from his hands already reaching for it, and he pouts.
"Feed me, babe." He sulks and attempts to touch my toast again. "Just a piece."
"Chris!" I yell as he grabs a toast, and he sprints to the table. "You're so lucky I don't want to feed you burnt bacon!"
He laughs, and I hear him bite and crunch on the toast. Finally flipping the last slice of bacon, Chris walks over again.
"Babe, there's something I wanna ask you."
"Yeah, sure." I nod, and keep my eyes on the bacon.
"Aeko's birthday is on Sunday, and I have to go." He says, slowly, as though he was carefully choosing his words. I want you to come with me, Rih."
Sunday is....tomorrow. Shit.
"What?" I let out a chuckle. "That's a bad idea, Chris."
"It's not." He stares at me. "Just come with me. I want you to come with me."
"I-..." I stop myself. "I'll come...only for an hour."
"Alright, fine." He leans forward and presses his lips onto my cheek. "Let's eat, babe. Come on."
He picks up the plate of bacon, and shoves two slices into his mouth and chews aggressively. I gasp, and whack him with a tea towel, and he moves out of the way just in time.
"Girl, we both knew I was going to do that!"
