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The sunlight rays flicker on the ground, playing hide and seek with the curtains. Nora peeked inside, opening the door with her ankle, a plate filled with pancakes and coffee resting on her hands, their aroma mixing in the air.
"Tony, come on, wake up," she said, setting the plate on the side table, opening the black curtains. Tony cursed under his breath saying something along, 'kill the sun' before turning around in sleep.
She adjusted her jacket, as she kneeled down next to his sleeping form, her cheek resting on her hand as she stared at the face of the man, who had burrowed his way in her heart. Her eyes traced the contour of his face, how his brown hair fell on his eyes, the lush eyelashes framing his eyes. A sharp jawline that seems to cut through her defenses, and those beautiful, oh-so-kissable, lips.
She bit her tongue realizing where her thoughts were going, before a smile came to her lips, it was true when he mentioned, he could make her do things she normally wouldn't, seem like that includes thoughts too.
Her fingers gently removed some hairs that were falling on his eyes, completely forgetting for some moments that she was here to wake him up, not to stare at his handsome face. She let out a gasp, as she was pulled closer by her wrist, her face a few inches away from his.
"No need to be shy, sweetheart, you can stare when I am awake too, this man is all yours," he said, his eyes half lidded, lips curved into a half smirk that was somewhere between amusement and arrogance.
She freed her hand out of his grasp, cheeks tinted red, "Finally, I thought you were going to sleep through the day," she mumbled, standing up dusting her jeans, avoiding his gaze.
Good god! She was acting like a shy teenager with a crush.
"I have brought you, breakfast," she said, finally feeling composed enough to not blush like a strawberry while looking at him, she forwarded him the tray which was stacked with pancakes and maple syrup, a warm cup of coffee– a stark contrast to the snow that was covering the scenery outside–and a single pink rose without any thorns, freshly picked.
Tony took the plate silently, not because he felt it was over the board or corny, because simply he didn't find any words– he had girlfriends in the past, though it was true that no one ever tugged at his heartstrings like she do, neither do he got lost in their eyes, choosing and liking to spend time with them in the bed rather than...well in any other way– he was not used to being cared for, or frankly putting being cared for enough to get breakfast in bed, it might be a small gesture, it might mean nothing to someone else, but for him it did, it did matter pretty damn much.
He could remember getting denied breakfast or sometime even lunch in his childhood, when his mother was out for some work and he would be alone with his father, that according to Howard was because of the need to learn discipline— that was one of the reason that even in his adulthood, he had no problems skipping meals.
