Perfection Doesn't Exist (Under Editing)

Chapter 47

Len's POV:

I woke up, stretching from my position. I had such a nice sleep. I haven't slept like that in forever. I had my eyes still closed since the sun was seeping into the room. I started to feel a little warm so I removed the sheets from my body. I quickly felt a small cold breeze hit my legs and my eyes immediately shot open looking down at them.

I brought down the shirt I was wearing to cover my thighs as it had scrunched up to my stomach over night. Then I remembered whose shirt I was wearing and whose bed I was in. I smiled to myself and felt the empty spot next to me knowing who slept here. I was getting curious. Where had he gone? Did he leave without telling me?

I started to scare myself. Asking endless questions about where he could be. But then I remembered, I trusted him. He told me he'd never leave me. He'd keep his word. I know it.

So I quickly found some socks of his to cover my feet before they hit the cold marble floor. I made my way down the stairs and heard pans being with what was probably a spatula coming from the kitchen. I made a right from the stairs and straight to the kitchen. I could smell a good breakfast being made. The bacon made my stomach rumble.

Once I stepped foot into the kitchen, I couldn't believe the sight in front of me. Justin was wearing a football apron over his bare chest. His face had some flour and his hands were busy cooking. I looked around him, the mess he made while preparing this. The sink was filling with dirty dishes and measuring cups I'll probably end up cleaning later. My eyes laid on Justin again and this time he was already looking at me, smiling.

He wiped his hands on his apron and made his way over to me as I did to him. As we met each other, I stayed having a smile on my face, silently laughing at how cute it was to see him with some flour on his face. I wrapped my arms around his torso, his then coming around mine.

"So," I began, "to what do I this pleasure?"

He chuckled and I could feel it vibrate through my chest.

"Oh nothing. I just have a beautiful girl here with me, whose staying with me now, and I couldn't bare the thought of her going hungry on my watch."

"Is that so?" I played. "Who is this girl?"

"She's this most amazing person I have ever met. She means the world to me. I wanted to wait until she came to do this, but seeing as you're here already, I'll just share it with you." He pulled me along with him until we reached the table. He sat me down and told me to wait a second.

There were already drinks served, the on in front of me being apple juice and the one next to me being orange juice. I saw him walk off and I took further notice that he set the table up with flowers in a big vase and smaller ones around it. There was a jar filled with different sticks inside it next to the flowers. I went to reach it until I heard a throat clear behind me.

I looked back and saw a mouthwatering, delicious meal. Oh, and of course the food looked good too.

Justin, now rid of his apron, held two plates with an extra small one and smiled at me, noticing I was checking him out. How much I longed to do that without having to worry about being caught. Now I can do that twenty-four seven if I felt like it.

He walked over to me and set his plate down first, then mine. I looked down as he took his seat and a smile that stayed on my face got even wider--if that was possible. My pancakes in front of me had writing in a type of frosting and whipped cream saying, 'Will you be my girl?' with eggs shaped as hearts and bacon spelling out 'I love you.'