Make You Mine (Editing)

Chapter Sixteen

"Brody, wake up," an angelic voice sung.

I stirred and tried to fall back into a deep slumber, but fingertips smooth as silk traced over my jaw line and down my neck. I felt a pair of lips kiss my cheek as a unexpected weight settled on top of me. I peeked an eye open. Ophelia had straddled me and was grinning down at me all in her glory.

"Good Morning," she chirped.

I ran my hand through my hair. "Good Morning," I said hoarsely and smiled up at her. "If only I could be waken up like this every morning."

Ophelia giggled and gave me a small kiss on the lips. She moved off of me and went over to her closet. I laid on the bed with my hands behind my head and watched her. She slipped on a pair of dark grey sweatpants over her shorts. Then she made her way to the door without a word.

"Where are you going?" I called out from the bed.

"To make breakfast," she said over her shoulder. "I'm hungry!"

I chuckled at her and got off the bed to follow her downstairs. In the kitchen, Ophelia had already pulled out a pan on the stove and cracked eggs into a bowl. I sat down at the island and enjoyed the view. Ophelia beat some eggs in a bowl then poured them in a heated pan.

"You could help, you know," she said with a smirk as she glanced back at me.

I got down from then stool with mischievous smile. I stood behind her and placed one hand on her hip and the other swept her disheveled hair on her shoulder away. I rested my chin there as she cooked. I took a deep breath, drawing in her alluring scent. I felt her shiver once my breath hit her exposed skin.

"I think I appreciate the view too much to occupy my mind on anything else," I whispered.

"That is very flattering, I will admit. But if you don't help out," she said then turned to me and whispered, "You're not eating."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really!"

She moved out of my arms over a cupboard. She pulled out a box of pancake mix then open another for a large bowl then a whisk plus a measuring cup. She slammed them on the counter.

"Don't burn them," was all she said then focused her attention back on the eggs on the stove.

I made the pancake mix and kept in mind not to burn them because I was hungry too. By the time I was about to place the mixture into a pan on the stove, I accomplished to get drops of it all over the counter and stove. Ophelia shook her head at me and laughed. She told me to sit down before I made a bigger mess. I obeyed her orders and sat back down on the stool at the island.

Fifteen minutes later, we both were seated down and were finishing the last of our meal. I helped Ophelia wash our dirty dishes. After, Ophelia dragged me back upstairs and started to panic about what to wear to dinner.

"It's only eleven forty, Fee," I told her. "We still have some time."

"I know but I need to shower, pick put an outfit, get dress, do my hair, plus you have to get ready too," she spoke quickly while grabbing a towel then headed to her bathroom.

"And you called me Fee. Where did you hear that?" She asked standing in the bathroom doorway.

"I heard Tracy call you that once. If you don't want me to-" I said hesitantly.

"No! It's fine." She smiled. "I like it."

"Oh, okay," I said breathlessly.

She got on her tip toes and gave her a sweet long kiss. "Don't take too long," I muttered against her lips.