The Dating Game

Chapter 28: Teasing, Love, And Bitter Coffee

Haylee's Point of View

I opened my eyes to see the light rays of morning sunshine penetrating through the white curtains that hung over the window. I tilted my head slightly up, coming face to face with Louis' sleeping figure. His head was halfway off his pillow and his lips were slightly parted as he breathed. I looked down at his chest that my head was previously on, watching his deep breaths that made his chest rise and fall to a rhythmic beat. His arms were draped around my waist, holding me close to him. His hands gripped his t-shirt that I was wearing a little tightly, almost seeming as if he was afraid I would disappear. Our legs were entwined with one another's in a tangled mess. If this isn't heaven, then I really don't know what is.

Trying not to disturb him, I slowly disentangled myself from him, stopping every time he stirred a little. After I finally got out of his arms, I lifted the covers from my body and stood up. As soon as the covers were removed, I felt a wave of chills run down my legs. For some odd reason, the hotel liked to keep the air at a constant 64 degrees Fahrenheit, which is bloody freezing. I'm only wearing Louis' shirt and my underwear, so you can see my obvious problem.

I leaned down, fixing the covers so they wrapped around Louis' body. I gave him a quick kiss on his cheek before standing back up and heading out of the room. I didn't really have time to explore our room because of obvious events from last night, so finding the bathroom took me more than 10 minutes.

After using the bathroom, brushing my teeth, and putting my hair in a sloppy fishtail braid, I made my way to the kitchen to make Louis a breakfast in bed.

The kitchen was a light blue color with granite counter tops and dark, wood stained cabinets. I glanced at the clock on the stove, which read 10:45 in bright green numbers. Well, it wasn't that late for breakfast, right? I reached over the top of the stove and turned a burner on before reaching underneath the stove to grab a frying pan. After placing it on top of the stove, I sauntered over to the fridge to grab the ingredients necessary for pancakes.

Looking up the measurements of the ingredients on my iPhone, I started to mix all of the ingredients together in one large mixing bowl. After the batter was complete, I brought the bowl with me and started to pour little circles into the hot pan.

I'd made five pancakes when someone wrapped their arms around my waist. Before my body had time register that it was Louis and not some random stranger, I turned around and slung pancake batter on him. My eyes widened as I looked at Louis, who was covered in batter from his face to his chest.

"Well, I definitely wasn't expecting that" Louis said as he rubbed batter away from his eyes.

"Um, good morning?" I said, but it came out more as a question. Louis rose his eyebrow at me as he eyed the spoon in my hand. He opened his mouth, about to say something, until his eyes started to trail down my exposed body.

I felt my cheeks turn a deep shade of red as his eyes continued to trail my body. So, instead of giving him longer to look at me, I turned my back to him and started to work more on cooking the pancakes. As I cooked, I watched Louis out of the corner of my eye as he grabbed a towel to get the batter off of him. I averted my eyes back to the pan when he was almost done, that way I wouldn't get caught.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around my waist. "You look so beautiful in my clothes" Louis huskily whispered in my ear before gently placing kisses on my neck. 

"You don't look so bad yourself" I commented as I turned slightly to look at his exposed body. He was only wearing boxers, which weren't really that long. But hey, I'm not complaining on his lack of clothing. 

"Shouldn't I be the one making breakfast?" Louis asked when I turned back to face the stove.

I shook my head. "You were asleep, so I didn't want to wake you. Besides, I can make breakfast better than you can" I teased as I placed the finished pancakes on a plate. I leaned over the stove top, with Louis' arms still around my waist, to turn off the burner. Louis abruplty turned me around to face him, a playful glint in his eyes.