Big Mistake

"You're My Everything"

"Wouldn't trade the world for you, would never take you for granted, you shine brighter than any star in the night sky

You're my world, my love, and my whole heart

You're my everything" -Malcolm Stewart

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The early morning sunlight rays shone through Malcolm and Paris's patio window, instantly waking her up.

Paris rose from the bed and yawned, then covering up her mouth.  She looked around their master bedroom to spot Malcolm, her boyfriend of three long years.

She looked down at the spot next to her to see it empty, then the aroma of bacon instantly hit her nose.

A smile grew upon her face as she realized that he was downstairs fixing breakfast.

She threw the covers back from her naked body and proceeded to slip back into her shorts and tank top which he stripped her of last night.

The wonderful "after enjoyment", which she liked to call, tingled in between her legs as the wonderful events of last night came back into play in her head.

Like always, Malcolm had extraordinary things in store for her that would make her toes curl up like curly fries.

Her body shivered at the thought of his touch roaming her body.  Hitting her spots repeatedly.  He's always made her feel like she was the only one special in his life.  The only one that he couldn't live without.

She felt the same way about him too, regardless of what her best friend, Danielle, says about her being only twenty-four years old and not having enough experience with the world.  Saying that she needs to go out and experience more, but Paris think she's experienced quite a bit.

She's experienced all that she can since she was just twelve. Been through a lot at just a young age, but that hasn't stopped her from trying to accomplish her goals in life.

She's a clothing store and salon owner. Both are self-named, and she loves it!

Malcolm, twenty-six, is a Physical Therapist and gym trainer. Both of their jobs pay well, having them save up for two years to be able to buy the beautiful house that they're in now.

It's a big step from the tiny, cramped up apartment that they once shared with her big brother, Isaac.

Isaac was excited to see them get their own place together for the first time, but he was more excited to see his sister happy and finally give him the space that he always longed for.

Paris loves her brother to death, will do any and everything for him, she just hopes for the better between him and their dad. That's probably the only thing that Paris really wants.

She makes up the bed and goes to the adjoining bathroom to wash the dew from her face. She shuts off the bathroom lights and heads downstairs, making her way to the kitchen where the smell and sound of pancakes being fixed filled her ears.

She walked into the kitchen and stood behind the island counter, where Malcolm's body was hunched over into the refrigerator. She already knew that he was either A: looking for the eggs, B: getting the Bright and Early orange and/or apple juice, or C: both.