Will You Accept This Rose?

10. Pasta Dough

When Lucy opened her eyes to find Tim nestled against her chest, she instantly felt warm all over. It was their first morning together, and it had barely begun, yet she already wanted to share more of them with him. "Tim," she whispered. He only hummed. She rubbed his back and repeated, "Tim, hey, it's morning."

"Give me a minute," he mumbled then took in deep breaths. He had slept well as he always did after an orgasm, but he hardly ever found himself in a place so comfortable like on top of Lucy, and selfishly, Tim wanted to relish in it for a moment or two longer.

She checked her watch. "Shit. I have to go soon."

His head sprung up to look at her. "Why?"

"Morning check in with John. He's about to tell me I have a date with you later. It's pretty important that I'm there."

"I know, but I was planning on waking up early enough to make you breakfast. Sorry I overslept," he pouted.

"That's so sweet. Maybe next time I stay over."

"Okay. Blueberry, chocolate chip, or banana pancakes? You pick."

"Surprise me," she smiled. Admittedly, she would eat anything if he was the one that prepared it for her. "You look so cute in the morning," she noted as she raked her fingers through his messy hair.

"You look pretty in the morning," he complimented before planting a kiss on her shoulder.

"Thank you," Lucy grinned. She appreciated the flattery even if she was certain she looked like a mess. "I feel so bad for leaving like this. I'm normally not that girl."

"What girl is that?"

"The kind of girl who spends the night and leaves before breakfast or even a cup of coffee. If we didn't sleep in, I would've definitely loved some pancakes." She started scanning the floor.

"I haven't slept that well in a while. What are you looking for?"

"My clothes. Oh, I came over in a bikini."

"Yeah, I remember that," he smirked.

"Can I borrow something? I don't want to sneak back into the house half naked."

"Sneak into my house half naked any time," he flirted.

"Tim," she snapped, unamused.

"Not the time. Got it." He got up, went to his dresser, and rummaged for something for her to borrow then tossed clothes to her once she stood from the bed.

Lucy accepted then quickly put on the sweatpants and t shirt. "Thank you. I hate to ask you to put clothes on, but you need to drive me," she requested urgently. "I haven't snuck out since high school. I forgot how stressful it is."

"Who were you sneaking out to see in high school?" He asked while he slid on some joggers.

"A bad boy."

"You like bad boys?"

"I was kind of a nerd in high school, and we were in a class together. I couldn't believe he wanted to hang out with me, but we only dated for a couple weeks."

"What happened?"

"Couldn't ditch class with him and sneak out every night. It just wasn't me, and it made me so anxious all the time."

"Should I be worried about history repeating itself?"

Lucy took his hands and shook her head. "No, as stressful as this is, you're worth it." She pecked his lips happily. "Ready?"

"Yeah."

They left his house and hopped into his black convertible. Though a poor excuse for morning cuddling in bed, she curved into his side as he threw an arm around her for the short drive across the orange grove. After inhaling his scent for one last second, she looked up at him and said, "I want more mornings with you. This one barely counts. I didn't get to snuggle with you, or have coffee, or kiss you until we're running late, or have morning sex, or anything fun."