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(Chase)
I woke up smelling the delightful smell of bacon and eggs.
I quickly sat up as I widen my eyes. Oh my God. Chance is awake. He's freaking awake and he's no longer drunk. Oh my God. What if he finds out I already woke up? Maybe he'll push me towards the door and ask me to leave. Ugh. I wish he's still drunk so I could take care of him without him yelling at me to go away. And what if he finds out I told lies last night? What if he finds out I was his self-proclaimed wife last night? What if he finds out I called him cute? He hates being called cute!
Lord help me.
I stood up and went to his bathroom. I actually don't have a morning breath but it's better to be prepared. I gargled and washed my face. I also combed my hair using my fingers before I went out. I took a deep breath and readied myself of what could happen next. Because if he remembers what happened last night then I'll be a dead meat. I really hope he doesn't remember anything.
When I left his room, foods are served on his small dining table. I walked towards the table and then I saw Chance's broad shoulders and hot back. He's only wearing his boxers and an apron. That's it. Nothing else. My heart fluttered. We looked like a newlywed couple. Him preparing breakfast for the both of us and me just watching him cook the foods. It's one of the best scenes I always have when I daydream. But we're far from that.
I know he's really hot but I never seen him this close. I'm contented with just his back because it's really beautiful. It's one of the women's fantasies, you know? Sexy back with muscles flexing whenever they move. He turned off the stove and he turned around. I quickly looked away even if he caught me staring at him and about to drool over him. He went near me and I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. He just placed the fried rice on top of the table. Ugh. Me and my freaking fantasies.
"Stop drooling for fuck's sake, Chase." I was snapped back when he spoke. He took a white shirt and he wore it. I almost wanted to scream at him, stop him from wearing that shirt. Almost. But I realize it's a very perverted thing to say. Besides I can still see his hot inducing abs from his thin white shirt. But the sad thing is the cold Chance is back. Right.
"I cooked breakfast. Just think of this as my way of appreciation because you brought me home last night. Let's eat." He said. I rolled my eyes.
Thank you isn't a long long paragraph, is it? Oh, I forgot. He never thank anyone. But last night? He was so vulnerable and he was like a kid. He could have thank me last night or apologize because he's vulnerable. I suddenly wish he's drunk again. Would that be a selfish wish?
I sat down. He took an egg and some fried rice while I took everything. I mean, I took some bacon, two sausages, an egg, approximately two cups of fried rice, a garlic bread, and orange juice. So I practically took everything. I wasn't able to talk because the breakfast is fantastic. The foods are so delicious and I love the fried rice. When I look at Chance he was grimacing at me.
