Charlotte's P.O.V
I wake up to an empty bed and the sun peaking through the blinds, right into my eyes making me close them immediately. I stretch and yawn getting rid of my sleepiness. I hear some racket downstairs, so I get out of bed and grab my robe to go look. I'm assuming is Eve since she wasn't in bed with me.
I wrap the robe around me and tighten the waist, while I head down the stairs. I hum to myself smelling breakfast being cooked. I smile and continue to make my way to the kitchen.
I open the door to the kitchen and see Eve standing in front of the stove cooking breakfast. I quietly walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her, pulling her back close to my front. She jumps a little and then relaxes, lying her head back on my shoulder.
"Good morning Bambina" I greet and she mumbles a good morning back. I smile and barely peck her lips causing her to whine "I want a chirpier good morning than that, darling. It sounds like you aren't having a good time." She lifts her head from my shoulder and looks me in the eyes, smiling at me the longer she stares. I try to suppress my smile, but I fail miserably, her smile is contagious. I can't help but smile when she smiles.
"Good morning, love. Can I have a proper kiss now?" She asks, and I giggle leaning in just ghosting above her lips. She rolls her eyes and grabs my jaw "That's not a kiss" She leans in all the way and connects our lips into a passionate kiss. I kiss her back relaxing into her touch. I run my hand up her sides and down to her hips. I give her hips a gentle squeeze moaning into her mouth.
Every time we kiss it feels like my heart is going to burst out of my chest. I forever want to feel this way, and I hope she feels the same way because I wouldn't know what to do.
We pull away breathing heavily. I lean my forehead on hers with my eyes still closed enjoying the moment with her. She wraps her arms around my waist pulling me closer. My arms are tucked in between us as we sway in comfortable silence.
I scrunch up my nose at the smell of burning food. I pull away looking at the stove, and see that the bacon is burning. I gasp quickly taking the pan off of the stove and removing the bacon. I turn around and see Evelyn trying to suppress a laugh. I roll my eyes and grab the hand towel that was on the counter, rolling it up to a rat tail. I pop her on the hip and she yelps jumping backward.
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Saved By You
RomansaA 18-year-old daughter Evelyn Brooks, abused by her father only after a couple of months of living there. She had switched schools due to the move. Who is this teacher who tries to help? Will it be worth the risk in the end? 36-year-old Charlotte Mo...