Chapter 8

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Chapter 8;

Eric p.o.v

I woke to the sunlight streaming in through the blinds. I moaned softly and glanced at the clock. 9.10 in the morning - it's a good thing we didn't have anything to do today, I don't think I could bear to let Jess out of my arms for 5 minutes, let alone most of the day if we had to do a shoot.

I rolled over to face her, smiling at her peaceful, sleeping face. I lay there for a good 5 minutes, just staring. "Stop staring, Saade. You're freaking me out." She scalded me without opening her eyes.

"I can't help it, you are just so beautiful." I replied, kissing her nose.

"Get off!" she squealed, slapping me lightly away, then snuggling into me. She sighed and nuzzled my neck. "Last night ... wow." she said, her voice muffled by my skin.

"Mmm hmm." I agreed. We lay like this for another ten minutes, before I heard her stomach rumble. "Ok, let's feed you." I groaned, getting out of bed. Ah, I'm not wearing any clothes.

"Close your eyes." I warned her, running over to my door to get my dressing down off the hook.

"Mmm no." she replied as she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Angel, you should get dressed too. Otherwise, we will be in bed all day." I warned her. My will faded as soon as I felt her bare skin on mine though.

"I can think of worse things," I could imagine her smirk. "But, I am hungry, so ok." She agreed, letting go of my waist and went over to get my/her pajamas from the dresser.

As she let go, I pulled on my dressing gown and went to the kitchen to prepare the breakfast. I had found myself cooking more and more English food reccently, especially when we were here, in Stockholm.

I wanted to cook her traditional Swedish food, as I knew what she would/would not eat. So this morning, I decided to do just that.

I decided to make us a smörga - it was a slice or two of bread, topped with butter and sliced hard cheese. I knew she liked cheese, so I hoped she'd like this.

She came in, 10 minutes later, dressed in my pajamas bottoms and white t-shirt, her hair tied up. "Ooh, my man's cooking for me? I'm so lucky." she came behind me at the cooker and wrapped her arms around my waist, kissing my cheek. "Cheese on toast?" she asked.

"A smörga - our version," I turned and kissed her back. "Go sit down, I'll bring it over." I told her. 2 minutes later, I set it down in front of her, and went to eat my own.

"Mmm, this is yummy!" She said, mouth full.

"I'm glad you enjoy it - I plan to make more Swedish food for you." I smiled at her.

She leant foward and kissed me. "Thank you," she said.

"Why?" I asked. She replied with a simple "Everything."

We ate the rest of our breakfast in comftable silence, smiling and staring often at each other. When we had finished, Jess had taken a shower, and I had cleared up.

I had just washed up when I heard my phone go off on the coffee table. I walk over to get it, and awnsered it.

"Hey, bro. How's it going?" I greeted JSon.

"E, not bad man. You want to hang out today? I have the new fifa." he said in a singsong voice.

"Ahh dude. I would love to, but I'm with Jess today."

"Ok, fair enough. Oh, turn on the tv - they're showing Tone's show, and you're in it!" he laughed. I knew I was of course, but it was a great source of amusment to JSon, for some reason.

I turned it on anyway, and it was on the right channel. There we were, filming Imagine - it was an old one then. Tone was wearing her swimming costume with a white shirt over the top. I was wearing my shorts and no top, with sunglasses. It was the episode where I had said "We're changing - get out!" then you heard Tone laugh.

"Hmm, you are quite funny." Jess said, making me jump and nearly drop my phone. She walked towards me and plucked it out of my hand.

"Hey, JSon. Yeah. Really? No way! That's hilarious!" she laughed. "Yeah, ok. See you later." she said, hanging up the phone and handing it to me.

"What-?"

"Oh, he's on his way over. He'll be half an hour." she told me.

"Hmm, what can we do in half an hour?" I smiled darkly.

"I wonder what that could be?" she giggled back.

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