Leather Dreams

Breakfast

Breakfast (Chap 9)

Amaya pov:

I bury my face into the soft pillow as the sunlight reflects on my face.

Godamn it, I really don't wanna get up. It's so comfy here, I'm literally melting into the bed, engulfed in strong pillows which smell of mint and cologne.

I smile and snuggle closer into the pillow as I hear the pillow let out an amused chuckle and brush a curl away from my cheek.

Wait......THATS NO DAMN PILLOW!!

I bolt upright and turn, looking at Dexters smug grin, and teasing grey eyes.

"Come on, sweetheart, lie down with me more,"

He manages to say the words before I slam a pillow down on his head.

"You....little.....shit...!!"  I throw another pillow at him while he laughs his head off.

"Jackass!!"

I then stumble and kick him off the bed with the blanket half on and off, his messy bed hair sticking out everywhere.

My eyes snakes down to his shirtless torso and then I immediately look away, embarrassed.

"That hurt you know," he mumbles and pretends to rub his back, flexing his muscles on purpose.

My eyes narrow and his grin spreads wider across his face.

"Where's Luke?" I crossed my arms and peered down at him.

"He wanted to wake up early cause his favourite cartoon is airing. So he's in the living room. I was gonna wake you but you seemed pretty comfy in my arms,"

Irritation spreads through me and I lunged at him, my hands aiming for his neck.

"Whoa woah," he laughed, teasing me and ducked under my arms, throwing me across his shoulder and stood up.

"Let me go, you insufferable giant!!"

"No, is it just me or is your temper cuter in the morning?"

I admit, I hate when people wake me up in the morning. Like I need at least an hour before I can mentally prepare to socialise or else I will actually lose my head.

And this asshole doesn't have any sense of the morning, clearly he's an early riser like his son.

I elbow his broad back hard and he stumbles, almost dropping me.

"What happened to you never dropping me, huh?" I say smugly.

He let out a wicked grin and walked out of his bedroom.

"Ahh, but I haven't dropped you yet,"

He drops me off at the bathroom and I stumbled and landed on my butt before he shut the door behind him.

"Breakfast is soon, so hurry your ass up or else I'm gonna have to jump into the shower with you,"

I gave him the finger even though the door was closed and sighed.

This was gonna be a long morning. And I hate long mornings.

Damn him!!

——————————-(Time skip)

I come out of the bathroom in my clothes and wet hair, tied in a plait and headed for breakfast.

I couldn't properly wash my hair because the only thing in that damn bathroom is some soap and baby body wash with conditioner.

Now my hair was smelling like men's conditioner and I was smelling like baby power. Wonderful.

I headed into the living room and smiled once I saw Luke at the table colouring in.