A Little Lost

Chapter Thirteen: Bacons and some cum.

LOUIE

I woke up cocooned in Derrick's embrace, the warmth of his body enveloping me. I couldn't help but smile as I took in his features—his strong jawline, the softness of his sleep-mussed hair, and the relaxed, peaceful expression on his face. He looked even more handsome in the gentle morning light.

As much as I wanted to stay wrapped in his arms all day, the thought of making breakfast pulled me back to reality. I reluctantly slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom. After a quick, refreshing shower, I emerged feeling rejuvenated, ready to start the day. I headed to the kitchen in nothing but my boxers, feeling the coolness of the floor beneath my feet.

As I moved into the kitchen, I slipped my earphones in, letting the upbeat rhythm of "Happy" by Pharrell Williams envelop me. The cheerful melody perfectly matched my mood, turning the morning into a dance of culinary delight. I set about preparing an American-style breakfast, eager to infuse our day with a bit of joy and warmth.

The kitchen was awash with sunlight, its golden rays casting a soft glow over the counters. I gathered the ingredients: eggs, bacon, bread, and a few fresh vegetables for a touch of color and crunch. The aroma of sizzling bacon quickly filled the room, a mouth-watering blend of salty and savory.

I selected a heavy skillet and set it on the stove, turning the heat to medium. As I dropped a pat of butter into the pan, it melted and hissed, releasing a rich, nutty aroma that made me smile. The butter turned golden, its scent mingling with the crisping bacon in a symphony of deliciousness.

I laid the bacon strips out in the skillet, each one curling and crackling as it cooked. The sound was rhythmic and soothing, almost hypnotic. I used tongs to flip the strips, ensuring they cooked to a perfect, crispy golden brown. The sight of the bacon's edges crisping up was both satisfying and tantalizing.

While the bacon cooked, I turned my attention to the eggs. I cracked them into a bowl, the yolks breaking open with a gentle splatter. I whisked them until the mixture was smooth and golden, then seasoned with a touch of salt and pepper. Pouring the eggs into a separate preheated non-stick pan, I let them cook slowly, stirring gently with a spatula. The eggs transformed into fluffy, soft curds, their warmth and richness filling the kitchen with a comforting aroma.

I placed a slice of bread into the toaster, aiming for that perfect balance of crispiness. The toast popped up, golden and inviting, ready for a thin layer of butter that melted smoothly over the surface. I glanced back at the bacon, now perfectly crispy, and transferred the strips to a paper towel-lined plate, letting the excess grease drain away.

As I plated the breakfast, I arranged the eggs, bacon, and toast with care, adding a sprinkle of fresh herbs to the eggs for a burst of color. I garnished the toast with a touch of butter, which began to melt deliciously. Fresh slices of tomato and a handful of baby spinach completed the plate, adding a vibrant, refreshing touch.

When I turned to set the table, I was jolted by the sight of Derrick leaning casually against the counter. He was clad only in his briefs, his morning arousal clearly evident. The sight was both unexpected and intensely captivating, sending a shiver of excitement through me.

"Derrick, you startled me," I said, pulling out my earphones and trying to mask my surprise with a playful tone.

Derrick's gaze was heated and appreciative, a slow, lazy smile spreading across his lips. "Didn't want to interrupt. You seemed completely absorbed in your cooking."

I met his gaze, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. "I know that look, Derrick. Come and have some breakfast. I'm sure you're hung over"

Derrick stepped closer, his strong arms wrapping around me as he gently lifted me onto the counter. My heart raced with anticipation as I looked up at him, surprised by his boldness.