Under His Roof

chapter eight

Kimberly walked into the kitchen the next morning to see Julian at the stove, cooking breakfast wearing only sweatpants and an apron.

She giggled softly, sitting at the dining table as she watched him. She didn't want to say anything to him, not sure exactly what she could say after the previous night. Being around somebody this often after being so intimate was not something she was accustomed to.

He continued cooking, not saying anything to Kimberly, so finally she broke the silence. "Good morning." She said, with a smile on her face.

He didn't turn around to look at her. "Morning." He said, continuing with his cooking.

"Did you sleep well?" Kimberly asked, a hint of mischief in her voice.

Now he turned around, holding two large plates of strawberry-banana crêpes and bringing them over to the table without meeting her eye. He ignored her question and she wasn't sure if he just didn't hear it or was intentionally avoiding it.

He took off his apron and went to hang it up on the wall, returning back to the table completely shirtless. "Bon appétit." He said, sitting down causing his muscles to contract and catch Kimberly's attention. Her eyes travelled down his body, admiring every contour of his frame as she did so, and she was so engrossed in his unearthly body that she forgot he could actually see her as she ogled him.

He cleared his throat and Kimberly looked down at her plate, hoping to play it off casually.

"Here." He said.

She looked up to see him holding out a serviette to her. "You have some whipped cream on your cheek."

Kimberly took the serviette sheepishly, wiping her cheek with a small chuckle. "Thanks." She said.

He nodded, taking a bite off his food.

She watched him chew, a smile forming as she did so. He had taken such a huge bite that it didn't seem like he'd be able to chew it all, yet he found a way.

"What?" He asked with a full mouth.

She shrugged. "Nothing."

He raised an eyebrow at her and she could see a smile threatening to form on his face. "Am I entertaining you?" He asked.

She laughed, nodding at him. "A little bit, you're just really animated when you eat."

His smile disappeared and didn't say anything else as he finished eating his food, and as Kimberly ate, she kept on wondering why he hadn't brought up the previous night. He definitely remembered what had happened and yet he was acting so casual and distant as if she was a stranger to him. He wasn't usually like this and it troubled Kimberly because she had thought that if anything, he'd be more open and comfortable with her now.

Maybe he didn't enjoy the previous night as much as she had and just didn't know how to tell her. Kimberly wouldn't be surprised if that was the case, he had been with many other girls before her, ones who probably had a better idea of what they were doing and knew how to get him aroused better than she would.

Kimberly sighed, poking at her food as her appetite slowly disappeared.

"Are you done with that?"

He pointed to her plate and she looked up at him, trying to decipher what he was thinking. Finally she just gave him a small nod and looked away as he took their plates to the sink, looking out of the window as he washed his hands.

As he was looking out the window, his frown turned to a smile and he rested his elbow on the ledge, watching something going on outside.

"What are you looking at?" Kimberly asked, trying to make conversation.