The ringing of a phone wakes me from my peaceful slumber and I moan in annoyance. I blindly pat around the bed for the phone and when I feel it I grasp the object in my hand and pull it close to me. Without opening my eyes I answer it and place it to my ear. "Hello?" I grumble tiredly. "Um... where's Ryan?" A males voice asks and I twist my face up. "I don't know, why're you asking for him?" I ask a little on the rude side.
"Prolly cause this his phone." He says in the same tone and I pull the phone away from my ear. The all black IPhone 7 comes into view and I whisper a 'shit'. "Sorry I thought it was mine. Let me go find him." I say before pealing the blanket from around my body. I stand nakedly from the bed and search for a shirt. Funny how Ryan told me that he had clothes for me but insisted that we slept in out birthday suits.
I go over to his dresser and pull the top part open. On one side lay his briefs and on the other my panties and bra were. I roll my eyes and slam it shut and search another compartment. I find his t-shirts and just decide to slip one of his white ones on. I grab both of phones and begin my search for him. "Ryan?" I call when I reach the bottom of the stairs.
"In the kitchen hermosa." He calls back and I follow his voice. I step into the kitchen seeing him shirtless with a pair of grey sweats leaning over the stove. The smell of spices was strong. He turns to me and gives me a smile. "Mañana niña." He says dropping the spatula on the stove and waltzing over to me. "Morning, phone." I say holding out his phone to him. He grasps it and puts it to his ear. "Yo..." He says as he leans down to press a kiss to my cheek.
I blush as he walks away, turning his attention back to the food. He converses in Spanish for a while as I sit at the table and admire him. How I found myself with such a bad boy like him, I don't know. He shuts off the stove and walks over to the cabinets. His laughter fills the room as he looks up at me. "SÃ, niña está bien como el infierno." He says whilst still holding his stare.
I squint my eyes at him and he turn back around. I hated not knowing what he was saying. He retrieves two plates and sets them on the table. After a few more moments he hangs up his call. He smirks to himself as he makes our plates. "What?" I ask growing curious of his mood. "What?" He asks back with a chuckle.
I shake my head and say nothing as he takes a seat across from me.
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"Honey?" I ask raising a brow at him. "You've never had honey on your pancakes?" He wonders before taking a bite of his. I shake my head and watch his jaw as he chews. "Here, try it." He says forking up a small piece. I lean over the table and he places the fork into my mouth. I wrap my lips around it and swipe the food from it.
I chew it for a moment before nodding my head. "It's good." I say and he smiles. "I know, do you want it on yours?" He asks and I nod. He picks up the honey glass and pours some over the fluffy cakes that sat in front of me. "You have to work at your little shop today?" He asks. "Oh my gosh! I was supposed to meet Bethany there." I say face palming myself. "Hm..." He hums. "I don't want you hanging out with her." He says as he continues to eat his food.
