Rachel's POV
"Rachel I made you breakfast!"
I opened my eyes. Jordan was towering over me with complementary of a fry up.
"After breakfast. I was thinking we could watch a few films in bed and then tonight, I could treat you properly." His eyes sparkled as he spoke.
He places the tray on the bed and climbs in and takes a bite out the toast.
I look at the food. He's put so much effort into making, he's even made a face with the eggs as eyes, bacon for the mouth. Toast for the hair and hashbrowns for the cheeks completed with a sausage for the nose in fact it's got two noses.
"This is really nice and all but." My voice trails off. "But where's the ketchup?" I change the tone completely he's gone to all this trouble.
"I didn't know if you wanted some or not. I'll be right back." He wonders off.
My heads reeling, I bloody hope we didn't do anything last night.
"Look his nose is bleeding." He says as he squeezes the sauce onto the sausages creating a nosebleed.
"Mines had a bad accident." He pours the entire remains all over his and laughs like an idiot.
I gaze at the food carefully before eating any. The crispy pink bacon, the metallic white eggs with a runny yoak, the warm smell of toast whiffs into the air I can taste it without biting. The butter glistens the crust cut off in all the right places. I couldn't resist.
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RomansaAn erotic fantasy story about a group of teenagers and following their everyday lives. Jay Stewart is emotionally unstable. He sleeps around with almost any girl to make himself feel better after his girlfriend Candace told him she was sleeping wit...
