Jack Hughes | Golden Boy

Chapter Fifteen | Morning Glory

The smell of scrambled eggs rumbled throughout my kitchen.

My fingers were nimbly managing the spatula, pushing the eggs around the pan.

My figure swam in one of Jack's shirts and I couldn't help but exude a gentle hum.

I looked back at him.

Jack appeared peaceful, asleep on the chaise in the living room.

Every moment or so he would release a brief snore.

Yet, he didn't rise.

Instead, he just snuggled deeper into the blanket that I had wrapped around us through the course of the night.

I turned back to my handiwork quickly.

Milk, butter and toast were sprawled across the countertop.

Basil, cinnamon and cheese decorated the stove top.

I couldn't help but chuckle at my own creation.

With a soft grunt, a pair of muscular arms wrapped around my middle.

Rough lips quickly found my shoulder, placing various kisses against my neck.

Jack released a long sigh as he pressed his face into my neck.

I peered around my shoulder, which caused him to raise his head.

My eyes found his soft ones.

They were barely open with sleep.

A grand smile found its way onto my lips and I pressed a hasty kiss against Jack's nose.

"Good morning, sleepy head," I muttered quietly.

Jack released a rumble from the heart of his chest.

"Good morning, indeed," he responded with a beam.

"What are you making?" he asked with an evident rasp.

I sighed, solemnly.

"Nothing and everything, all at once," I murmur with a quiet chuckle.

"I do have scrambled eggs, though," I uttered, as I playfully waved the pan of eggs before his face.

Jack groaned with hunger.

I quickly grasped a plate in my hands and began dishing up some eggs.

Jack grabbed a fork and began to munch, mumbling about how good the food was all the while.

With a short smile, I began once more.

"Isabel is coming over today. It's the day before the wedding, and you know what that means," I said suggestively, my eyes rising to meet his own, reminiscently.

Jack quirked a curious brow before realization swiftly graced his features.

A playful smile twinkled upon his lips.

"Avoid Quinn at all costs," he joked with a vibrant chuckle.

I nodded exuberantly.

"It also means that you, Mister, have to learn some control," I chuckled as I pressed the tip of my finger into the curve of Jack's chest.

My bright smile didn't diminish as his blue eyes clouded over with hunger.

"Whatever you say, Ma'am," he responded in a low, rigorous hum.

He began to leave a trail of kisses along the clasp of my shoulder.

"But this only comes into play when she's actually here. And... I just don't see her right now," he beamed, as he turned his attention to my lips.

He began to pepper various lighthearted kisses onto my plush lips, and I couldn't stop myself from giggling into the vast air of the kitchen.

I wrapped my arms around the base of Jack's neck, lovingly.

However, we were hastily interrupted by the distinct sound of a knock on the front door.

Jack's lips parted from my own as he groaned irrevocably.

He deliriously pressed his head into the curve of my neck, almost begging me not to pull away.

Yet, I did with the call of another round of knocks.

Jack pouted momentarily, but I merely chuckled.

I turned to face him as I rounded up to the door.

And a playful smile graced my lips when my palm found the handle.

"Time to play, Golden Boy."