What He Needs

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•Birthday Bash Pt 1•

The next morning, I wake up on Abel's chest feeling a lot better than how I've been feeling for the past few days.

Abel always seems to know what I need, even if I don't know it myself.

Abel chuckles at something playing on the TV and I smile feeling his chest vibrate against my cheek.

It sounds like his cartoon show: Adventure Time.

"Good morning." He kisses my forehead.

"How do you do that?" I look up at him in wonder.

"What?"

"How do you always know when I'm awake?" I clarify.

"I don't know." He says before shrugging and stealing a kiss.

I smile when he pulls away to look me in my eyes.

"I have breakfast on the way." He mentions.

"What time is it?" I ask curiously before skimming over the alarm clock.

It's nearly one in the afternoon.

"Don't you mean brunch, Abel?" I ask.

"Breakfast, lunch same difference. We eating is what's important." He chuckles.

He sounds like me right now. My stomach is on E.

As if on cue, we hear a knock at the door.

Quickly kissing my forehead, he jumps out of bed before going to the door.

Sitting up, I stretch and it feels too good.

If his tongue and fingers make me feel like this, I can only imagine how I'll feel when we have sex.

Getting up, I put my panties back on and go to the bathroom to take care of some business.

As I finish up, I walk over to the sink and start to wash my hands glancing in the mirror.

I see the dark circles are already starting to disappear. Only one night and I look a lot more like myself.

Leaving the bathroom, I make my way into the main suite to find Abel sitting at the table.

I notice Wesley and Lamar are no where to be found. Their bedroom door was open when I walked by, so I just assumed they were in here.

"Just the two of us?" I ask as I sit down at the table.

He ordered a variety of different foods that makes my mouth water.

Waffles, eggs, Canadian bacon, mixed fruit, pancakes, sausage, pan seared potatoes, some whipped cream, and a pitcher of orange juice.

"Yeah, I thought we could have some time to ourselves for a couple of hours." He states sitting next to me with a White Russian that I plan to steal from him for myself.

"You wanted me to yourself?" I smile before criss crossing my legs.

"I always want you to myself." He tells me while taking my plate to fill it with food.

"I guess this makes up for yesterday." I mumble drooling a little bit from all the yumminess in front of me.

A full plate, Abel places it in front of me and I waste no time digging in.

That pita bread and artichoke dip didn't really do anything for me last night.

He piles food onto his own plate and starts to eat himself.