Didn't your mother tell you it's rude to stare?

of care packages and letting your hair down

I woke up to the smell of bacon. I popped one eye open and looked at my alarm clock. It read 8:00 am in bright neon green. I groaned. I hate oversleeping, it throws my nocturnal clock off.

I slid off my bed, stretched out and inhaled the glorious bacon scent wafting thru my room. It didn't smelled burnt, so Matt is probably not burning my house down. I have time to make myself look human. I padded into my bathroom and freshened up. I threw on a pair of lounge pants and a tank top.

I trudged into my living room and saw Matt cooking in the kitchen, surrounded by grocery bags. His naked toned back was facing me. He wore a pair of jogging pants that clung dangerously low on his hips. Nothing more. Seriously. This guy will be the death of me.

"Let me guess, you asked Felix to bring in groceries?" I said while i pulled up a chair by the island and placed both hands on my chin. "and some necessities too" I added, pertaining to his change in clothes.

" Well, goodmorning to you too." he chided. Matt turned around and faced me, showcasing a flat abdomen that had hints of a six pack, but that wasn't what distracted me. It was the the deep V groove that cut down from the top of his hips, leading down to...you-know-where.

I decided to avert my eyes to the interesting fleck of dust on the counter top. God help me. I felt so embarrassed that I was ogling him. I can't help it. He's practically half naked on my kitchen!

"Did Felix's care package fail to contain any form of shirt?" I pointedly asked him. I looked up and he had his back turned to me again. I saw his shoulders shake.He laughed his sexy laugh.

"I hope you like bacon, eggs and pancakes, cause that's what we're having" He flipped a pancake in the air.

Mr. richie rich is housebroken. wow. What other wonders could he possibly hide?

"I wouldn't have pegged you for someone actually domesticated, Matt" I laughed.

"Well, I am a man with many, many talents." He looked back at me and winked at me. He's such a flirt. I rolled my eyes at him.

" Well, Mr. Talent, I hope you know how to make a good sunnyside up, because that is how I want my eggs." I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Consider it done my princess." This time he turned around and bowed with flourish before turning back around.

I laughed. Princess. that's new.

"Your turn to set the table, jen-jen." he looked over his shoulder at me and grinned.

"Please don't call me that, only my parents call me that." I said, pouting.

"Okay, babe" he chuckled and winked at me. Again.

"Try again buster." I gritted my teeth. I mean, seriously. This guy is flirting up to the wazoo and he wants to be friends? Last time I checked friends don't flirt like this.

I got off my chair and walked into the kitchen. I reached up opened the kitchen cabinet to get the plates. Usually, the plates were easily within my reach, but today, my fingers didn't feel anything. I stepped back and peeked into the cabinet. Of course, Mr Home Invader here pushed the plates a little just out of my reach when he washed them last night. I rolled my eyes and let out a breath. "Great." I whispered to myself.

"Is there a problem? Do you need help?" Matt asked. He obviously heard me huffing and puffing.

"No. I can reach it." I huffed at him. I then stood on my tiptoes and stretched out my body. I can feel the cold counter against the skin of my abdomen where my top rode up as I reached in the cabinet. My fingers brushed and edge of a plate. Yes! I fist pumped in my head. I stretched further and felt my tank top ride further up.