LUCAS' POV
Oh god. That night. We made sweet passionate love in her queen size bed that consisted of a burgundy spread with matching pillows. I stripped her. Barely knowing what was going on. Her body was so... Ugh. So full of curves and dips. It all flowed together into one like a constellation.
It had been a very long time since I had cuddled with someone in the way that I did with her. Or even had made love. I had left that morning before she woke up to go to my house and grab a bag of clothes and hygiene utensil. When I arrived back, she was still soundly asleep. Sleeping nudely, I covered her with the comforter and tucked her in. I made my way downstairs. Attempting to prepare to cook her breakfast, I couldn't find any of her pots and pans because they were all in the lower cabinets considering how short she was. I looked over to my left to see a small step stool in the corner of the kitchen, it made me smile.
I tried to cook her some chocolate chip waffles in the maker she had on the kitchen counter but hey, I'm not the best chef. The smoke alarm had began to go off. Blaring over my head I covered my ears trying to find a towel to fan it with.
"Holy flying fuck what's going on!?" She yelled over the loud alarm, tying her robe around her waist. It went off, smoke leaving out of the window that I had just cracked open. She shook her head and laughed as she walked over to me.
"You're trying to burn my house down, huh?" She laughed, looking up at me with her arms wrapped around my torso.
"I didn't try to." I chuckled, looking back down at her.
"Leave the housework to me, okay?" She laughed as she pecked my cheek before wiping out the waffle maker. I nodded in agreement. "You just stand there and look good."
"Where'd you get the clothes?" She asked, not taking her eyes off of the fresh batch of mix she was whipping.
"I went to my house, only for a minute though." I answered. She scoffed smiling.
"Im surprised you didn't bolt." She continued stirring.
"I'd never do that to you, D." I hugged her from behind, slightly slouching down so that my arms wrapped around her shoulders. She slid her head to the side, turned around and hugged me tight before wiping a bit of mix on my nose, I did the same back to her. She did a folded lip smile and we both laughed. I licked the mix for the bridge of her nose, she blushed. She took her finger, wiped the mix from me and erotically sucked her finger.
"I guess I should make you some tea." I joking insisted.
"And why is that?" She asked.
"For your sore throat." I chuckled. It took her a minute before she realized what I was referring to. She playfully punched me in the back.
"Asshole." She said, laughing, pouring the mix into the maker.
She made us both eggs, bacon, a little fruit salad and the chocolate chip waffles that I failed to concoct.
"Damn." I grunted as I took a big bite of my waffle.
"You okay?" She asked, giggling as she sipped her sweet tea.
"I'm fucking great. This shit is so good." I smiled, devouring the eggs.
"It's the little bit of cinnamon in it." She chewed. "I'm glad you like it, Lucas." She smiled.
"I'm glad you can cook this well, babe." I nearly choked. I slipped up, not meaning to call her that, I went to speak to apologize.
