"This should fit you.", I present Logan with a fresh pair of clothes from my closet while he stands in my bedroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. The male takes the shirt and inspects the size before humming in agreement. I swivel to fetch my own fresh pair from the closet.
Soon we both are dressed and in the kitchen, wondering what we can eat. "I can make us some pancakes.", I offer while leaning back against the counter. My partner scans the contents of my fridge once more before looking back at me.
"I would rather not have something that sweet. My body requires a good diet to recover.", he points out and I nod, understanding his point.
"Eggs and bacon then?", I walk over to him and Logan hums thoughtfully. Retrieving the ingredients from the fridge, I return to prepare. From behind, I hear him open and close the fridge once more before appearing beside me.
He places the cheese by my hand, "Can I have a cheese omelet with bacon?"
I smirk and raise an eyebrow at him, "And cheese definitely belongs good diet?"
The male merely gives a shrug, smirking back. I narrow my eyes playfully before inclining in and pecking his lips. Logan remains stationary momentarily, his smirk dissipating, yet ultimately a delicate smile spreads across his face, and he merely pats my shoulder. Shortly, we are seated at the dining table with our dishes in front of us.
Chewing on a piece of omelet, the silver-haired male gives an approving nod, "You really do cook well. Worthy of challenging many of the restaurants here."
My face brightens as I simply spectate the hunter. His frigid barriers once again have granted me a glimpse of his true self. No longer guarded. Logan that smiles. "I've told you that you are welcome to come over anytime for meals. I don't mind cooking for the both of us.", I remind him.
"Only if you start handing over your grocery lists to me.", with swiftness, he places a precondition, and I can't help but softly chuckle.
"Sure thing."
"Then we have a deal.", the male states and extends his right hand to shake. I shake his hand yet when the time comes for us to release, we both merely shift our palms, permitting our digits to intertwine, as we rest our hands on the wooden tabletop instead. It feels like such a natural thing that we didn't even have to trade glazes to coordinate it. It just happened.
The warmth and satisfaction that fills me is beyond compare and my heart soars. It's a moment of pure bliss. We are clearly holding together, not for lust, but for how we feel for each other. I am aware that Logan has not once replied to my confession of love in a positive manner, yet the actions he has been taking in that direction lately surely convey a greater sentiment than spoken words could.
Just then our phones vibrate in unison, earning our attention. Since Logan's left hand is currently halfway to his mouth, carrying bacon, I decide to check for us both. Unlocking my device, I find a message in our group chat. "What a timing...", I grumble and the male raises an eyebrow.
I turn off the screen and place the phone aside, "Apparently Marcus just woke up and is inviting us all for brunch in our usual café."
Logan briefly scrunches his nose up before double-tapping his screen, causing it to illuminate. "He awoke at noon?"
"We don't necessarily need to go.", I tell him, gesturing to our plates, "We are already having our brunch." The male looks at me, as if pondering his options, when our phones start buzzing once more.
This time he unlocks his device to check the messages. "They are all joining him.", he informs me before pursing his lips together. "We better go or we'll stir suspicion." I contort my face at his answer and watch him stuff his mouth with the remaining fragments of his omelet. "I'm ready to leave when you are.", he states once he's done chewing and swallowing them, and rises to his feet.
