I blinked my eyes a few times before my vision came into focus. My body was tucked up warm in bed, the morning light shining through the window. I rolled over to where my boyfriend, Liam, was sleeping. Was sleeping. The bed was empty where he normally lay. I rubbed my eyes, trying to get a better view.
“Liam?” I called out. No answer. I sighed before pulling myself up, out of the warmth of my sheets and into the hallway. I was immediately hit with a smell that warmed my nostrils. It smelt like…pancakes? My bare feet padded along the hallway, before slowly stumbling down the stairs. I followed my nose, the smell leading me to the kitchen, where I was pleasantly surprised. I lent against the door frame, admiring my boyfriend’s half naked body, slaving over the hob.
“Shit!” he cursed, burning himself lightly on the pan. I giggled softly, causing him to notice my presence.
“Oh, morning beautiful!” he smiled, turning away from the pancakes.
“Morning.” I replied.
“How’d you sleep?” he asked, returning to the food.
“Just fine. Although, waking up to any empty bed wasn’t nice.” I pouted. I watched Liam’s back muscles ripple as he moved the spatula around, then flipping the pancake. He placed the pan back on the stove before turning and walking towards me.
“I’m sorry baby. I just wanted to surprise you.” He spoke, placing his arms around my waist and pulling me to him. I giggled as he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, trailing small kisses down the middle of my face before pressing his lips firmly to mine, savouring the taste. We stayed like this for a while, my hand curled into his messy bed hair, before I pulled away, my nose crinkling.
“Can I smell…burning?” I asked.
“Oh shit! The pancakes!” Liam exclaimed, removing my body from his and frantically rushing towards the smoking food.
“Well,” he said, moving the pan off the heat and chucking it to the side, “That idea’s ruined.” His eyes sad.
“Awh that’s okay. Maybe we could go to McDonalds and have pancakes there?” I asked, walking over and threading my fingers back through his hair.
“This,” he said, pecking my lips, hands returning to my waist, “is why I love you Jazz.” I smiled before pressing a more forceful kiss to his lips, savouring the taste of his mouth, which tasted like mint, obviously from brushing his teeth, and another taste, which was individual to him. I pulled away quickly.
“Crap.” I whispered, covering my mouth,
“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked, face full of concern.
“Morning breath.” I spoke, embarrassed. Liam let out a deep laugh, throwing his head back in entertainment.
“You’re really worried about that? After where both our mouths have been?” he asked.
“Liam!” I smacked his bare chest softly. He laughed more, enjoying my flustered cheeks.
“Come on, let’s go get pancakes!” he said, pulling my hand.
“Wait…in our pyjamas?” I asked, looking down at my small cotton shorts and vest top.
“Don’t worry, no one will see you! We’ll go through the drive through.” He replied, tugging on my hand once more.
We took Liam’s car through the drive through, ordering our breakfast, then returned home, placing the boxes on the dining table. I sat down opposite Liam, his chest still bare. Not that I was complaining or anything, and began eating.
“These are so good!” I moaned in delight, the syrup sweetening my mouth. Liam chuckled, staring at my face.
“What? What’s so funny?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You have syrup all over your mouth.” He laughed, smiling his infectious smile.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, raising my arm to remove it.
“No no hang on. Let me get that.” He said, gripping my arm and placing it down. He lent over the table, pressing a small kiss to the side of my mouth where the syrup was. I could feel his tongue moving to lick up the sticky sweet sauce. He pulled away, but before he did, he pressed a cheeky kiss to my lips, the taste of syrup lingering on his lips.
“Hmm.” He hummed, “Almost as sweet as you.” He winked.
