In Places

#8 - Counter

Last night was our third night here in Hawaii and Baekhyun and I are enjoying every bit of it. My family had been really kind to Baek, spoiling him with Hawaiian delicacies and clothes. Lara, my childhood friend, has been keeping her distance from us, especially when Baekhyun started staring daggers at her. My boyfriend, on the other hand, is doing everything he can to make this week-long vacation the best week of my life. And he's doing a great job.

When I woke up, the windows are already open, letting in the morning rays of the sun and the ocean wind. I groaned, slowly rolling to my other side, hopeful to get a glimpse of Baekhyun's sleeping face first thing in the morning. But unfortunately, his other side of the bed is empty. Yawning, I pulled the blanket off my naked body, throwing it to the floor before retrieving a pair of boxer shorts from the closet.

"Baek?" I called as I walked down the stairs, looking around for any sign of him. I can't find the shirt I wore last night before we started stripping them off.

"In here!" came his voice and it's coming from the kitchen.

With a small smile on my face, I rushed to the sound of his voice to find him leaning over the counter, beating eggs in a glass bowl. He looks up when he saw me. "Hi, babe. Good morning!" he grinned and I noticed he's wearing my shirt that is too large for his size. The hem stops just below his gorgeous ass cheeks and I unconsciously licked my lip when I noticed he's not wearing any boxers or briefs underneath. Completely naked waist down. What a sight.

"Good morning, beautiful." I smiled then I gestured to his legs, raising my brow in question.

Baekhyun followed my eyes. "What?" he laughed. "I can't find my brief from last night, okay? Where did you throw it?"

"I don't know." I shrugged. "But I notice you're starting to love going around this cottage naked."

"I'm not naked now. I'm wearing your shirt." Baekhyun grinned, winking to my direction. "Besides, I am liking the stares you're throwing at me." he added in a whisper, his voice velvety soft against my ears. Oh god. He's gorgeous.

I leaned against the door frame, crossing my arms over my chest. "I look at you like this everyday." I said. "There's no difference."

"No. They differ." Baekhyun pouts, looking away from me as he started to make an omelet. "Sometimes, you look at me like I'm the most beautiful person in the world. Other times, it's like I'm some stunning guy you saw in a mall, gawking like an idiot." he grins. "Sometimes, your eyes are so lustful it's like you want to eat me alive. But I like the look you've been giving me these past few weeks."

I frowned. "What look?"