No good. (BWWM) *CONTINUED*

Chatpter 10

Taylor's POV

Stretching and yawning, I rolled over... in my bed? I sat up confused as to how I had gotten here. Flashbacks from last night replayed through my head. From scaring Cayden to watching a movie, then blacking out. Then it suddenly dawned on me, and I smiled. He carried me up to my room.

I tossed the sheets off of me and walked into my newly remodeled bathroom. Brushing my teeth and splashing cold water on my face I began to wake up.

"Fuck." A deep husky morning voice followed by the shuffling of feet, I assumed Cayden had woken up.

Frowning at the strange commotion, I turned toward the staircase making my way to the kitchen.

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The sizzle of the bacon on the hot pan permeated the air, making my mouth water. Hovering my hand over the others hot pan, I grabbed the pancake mix I prepared and began to pour the semi-thick homemade mixture.

"If this was all a ploy to get me up and out of bed, then it worked." Cayden's declaration startled me.

"Sweet baby Jesus, you scared me," I said spinning in my heals to face him with the bowl with the pancake mix still in hand. "You shouldn't sneak up on people like that." I placed my hand over my heart.

He chuckled. "It won't happen again." He walked up to the counter and grabbed a strip of bacon from the plate covered with napkins, and took a bite. "Mmm." He hummed.

I picked up the spatula and flip the pancake. "So," I started. "How did you sleep last night?" I looked up just in time to witness Cayden choke on the bacon he was eating.

He cleared his throat. "Fine."

I furrowed my brows and giggled at his clear discomfort. I thought to press him just for the hell of it, but I dropped it. "Hey, could you grab me some plates and utensils?" I asked. "The plates are in that cabinet right there, and the forks and knives are in the drawer below it."

"Sure." He strolled over to the cabinet I pointed out and retrieved the items I asked for while I fried up the remainder of the mix.

"Do you prefer maple syrup over regular syrup?" I asked as he set the plates and utensils down onto the counter.

"I'll have maple." He said.

"Good choice," I replied. I opened the cabinet which held the syrup in it and climbed up onto the counter. Standing, I searched, and it didn't take long before I found it. I grabbed it, sat down, and hopped off the counter.

I set the syrup down between the plates, on to the island stranded in the middle of the kitchen. Cayden grabbed the cups and I placed the napkins along with the cold bottle of orange juice on the counter. Turning up the low flames, I finished off the rest of the food.

He took a seat as I shared out the food. "All of this looks and smells amazing." Cayden got comfortable.

"Thank you." I smiled placing myself in the seat to his immediate left. He took a bite of the eggs and moaned his approval of my cooking, which made me giggle. "You've barely had the chance chew yet."

"I didn't have to." He said once he'd swallowed his food.

"So last night..." I paused, causing him to clear his throat. "I don't know if I remember correctly, but I could've sworn you said you had a sister." I stayed. Cayden's demeanor changed and he relaxed in his seat.