A Movie Of Our Own

36

Charlotte

After the heated session Brooke and I had in the tub yesterday, we just decided to head straight to bed because it was late and we were extremely exhausted.

And today I made sure to wake up earlier than her so I could make us both breakfast.

I was hoping that maybe this could repay her for everything she's done for me while we were here. Although breakfast might not cover everything, I just wanted to do something nice for her. And also because she needs to eat when she finally wakes up.

"Shit!" I yell out after burning myself on the hot pan.
I quickly look at my index finger and see the burn already making its mark on my skin.

I'm a baker, not a chef, so cooking breakfast doesn't come easily for me. I'd decided to make pancakes but I've already burned a few, thanks to my amazing cooking skills. "Just perfect." I say underneath my breath as I head to the fridge for a small piece of ice to place on the burn.

"What's perfect?" I hear from the stairs.

I look up from my injured finger to the stairs and I see Brooke walking down the stairs in a hoodie and sweatpants. Even though she barely woke up, her hair a bit frizzy, and her eyes still trying to open, she looks beautiful. Perfect, even. It's kind of funny to even think of it but she makes my heart skip a beat even when she isn't trying. Just like right now.

"Umm, nothing actually.." I let out as I looked down at my finger.

"What's wrong?" I hear Brooke say.

I then hear her footsteps down the stairs speed up and by the time I look back up Brooke's already in the kitchen with a concerned look on her face.

"Why do you have a piece of ice on your finger? Are you okay?" She asked with a concerned look on her face as she rushed over to me.

I let out a small giggle, "I'm fine Brooke. I just burned myself while trying to make us breakfast — obviously my cooking skills are nowhere near Gordon Ramsay's." I scoff as I walk over to the sink to throw away the ice cube.

As I throw away the ice cube in the sink I turn the water's temperature cold to run my burned finger under it.

As I let my finger run under the water I suddenly feel a presence come from behind me. "Are you sure you're okay? I probably have cream to help that burn out." Brooke says as she sneaks her hands around my waist and lays her chin on my shoulder.

I smile to myself at her warm touch as I feel my heart skip a beat. "Umm." I find myself at a loss of words and try to focus on my burned finger which I no longer feel pain on.

"I.." I start but that's when I feel Brooke's hands start drifting toward the hem of my shirt.

My chest easily starts to rise and fall as her touch on me feels too intense for me to handle. I then feel her hands slowly making their way slowly up my shirt then around my waist. Once her arms are linked around my waist she gives it a light squeeze.
"You know Charlotte, I never knew one could wear such short shorts." She whispers into my ear. Making my heart flutter at the sexy tone of her voice.

"They look cute on you." I hear her whisper one more time into my before she starts placing small kisses right on my neck.

My breathing suddenly starts to become heavy. My desire for Brooke's touch only grows stronger.

I turned around and faced her while her hands were still wrapped around me, "Brooke I'm trying to cook us breakfast, do you really think right now is the appropriate time?" I ask playfully.

"Not really." She teases.

"You're severely injured so I'll take control." She says.

"You will take control? Of what though?" I ask, tilting my head to the side in a teasing way.