Cowboys and Angels

Swimming

I woke up the next morning with my head on Chris's chest. He was still sleeping so I laid my head back down and just laid there. Thoughts and images of what happened last night flood my brain and I can't help but smile. Even after all the threats my dad made, he still chose to continue things with me.

I can't say what will happen if we get caught but I don't wanna think about that right now. I just wanna live in the moment and enjoy being happy with Chris by my side. Never in my life have I been this happy with someone and we aren't even technically together.

My stomach growls loudly, tearing me from my thoughts, and I remember that I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday. I  should probably go make breakfast. I could bring it to Chris in bed!

That thought alone encourages me to pry myself from the bed and Chris and head to the kitchen. I stop in my room first and grab some pajama shorts and a tank top so I'm not just walking around naked, then I head towards the kitchen. There is plenty of food now since we just went grocery shopping the other day so I start digging around for the pancake mix.

I can't seem to find it in the pantry on the lower shelves and roll my eyes in annoyance, of course, it would be on the top shelf somewhere. I climb on top of the counter and look for only a few seconds before finding it. Chris must have put the box of pancake mix away.

After locating breakfast, I get down from the counter and start mixing the batter while the pan heats up on the stove. I've never been that great at cooking pancakes, I'm great at waffles but my waffle machine is out in Cali.

The smell of vanilla pancakes soon fills the kitchen. It doesn't take me long to finish them since I didn't make much, I didn't wanna be wasteful and make too many. Once I finish cleaning up from the pancakes, I start brewing some coffee for us. Some strong coffee, and right after I push the start button on the coffee maker, Chris walks in.

He's wearing only grey sweats and his hair is a mess. I can't help but stare. My eyes trail up and down his whole body as he gets closer and closer to me. He rubs his eyes and yawns as he walks and somehow even that is hot. Is there anything this man is not capable of?

"Good morning, beautiful," he says groggily.

I feel myself getting weak at the knees at the sound of his morning voice. It's so deep and alluring. I feel myself pull in my bottom lip with my teeth, something I do when I'm nervous or slightly turned on. I think right now its a mix of both.

He smiles and cups my face then pulls me in for a kiss. I instantly respond to him and kiss him back. My arms wrap around his waist and I pull myself in close to him. It wasn't a long or sexual kiss. It was short and sweet but also lingering and deep. He was the first to pull away from the kiss but still held me close to him.

"Good morning," I manage to get out.

"Did you make breakfast for both of us?"

I nod my head and he chuckles. He never takes his eyes off me and his smile doesn't fade. It's like he is searching for something more to say but doesn't and keeps whatever he is really thinking to himself.

"Do you wanna sit down while I finish making the coffee? It's about done, I just need to put it in mugs and get out the creamer and sugar if you want any." I offer to him.

He shakes his head, "I take mine black."

I nod in response and pull away from him to get the coffee ready. I grab two mugs from the cabinet and set them down in front of me. The coffee is steaming hot when I pour it and the steam clouds my face with the smell of coffee. Something I've always loved, even if it doesn't taste as good as it smells without adding cream. Good thing I bought some french vanilla creamer at the store or I would be suffering with just sugar. I prefer my coffee to be a bit creamy and not too sweet.