I woke up the next morning feeling really warm. Why is it so hot? I thought to myself. I felt Jarred move slightly next to me. Oh. I opened my eyes and saw that he was already watching me.
“Good morning.” He smiled, kissing the end of my nose.
“Morning loser.” I yawned back. I sat up, reaching over Jarred to grab my water bottle from the floor next to my bed. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up on top of him.
“What are you doing?” I laughed, still trying to reach my water bottle.
“I don’t know.” He answered honestly, sitting up with me. I leaned down as far as I could and grabbed my water, popping the top open and taking a drink.
“Want some?” I teased as he reached for the bottle. I moved off of him and laid back in bed, curling up under the covers again. He flicked a bit of water in my face, me squealing in response and ducking right under the covers. He followed me under the covers and he sat up, making the blanket fall in a makeshift tent, the light streaming through a crack in the curtains turning a shade of blue with the colour of the blanket. I sat there just looking at him, taking in the moment, not wanting it to end. My smile fell from my face at the thought of him leaving again, his smile falling not long after mine.
“What’s wrong?” he questioned, curling a part of my hair around his finger. Absentmindedly running my fingers back through my hair.
“How long are you staying for?” I questioned, looking up at him.
“As long as you want me to.” He smiled, slight dimples appearing.
“Forever.” I demanded, poking his left dimple gently with my index finger.
“Hmm, I’ll have to think about that.” He winked, tackling me back onto the bed, the blanket covering us completely. “I guess I can stay forever.” He mumbled before crashing his lips into mine. I had to pull away, it was getting too hot with his body on top of mine, and the blanket over us.
“It’s too hot.” I explained, pushing him off of me.
“Okay, let’s go get some breakfast.” He sighed, rolling off of me and getting up from the bed, pulling his shirt on. He watched me get out of bed, catching me as I tripped over my own feet walking out the bedroom door.
“Careful Ali.” He laughed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as we walked into the kitchen.
“Bacon and eggs?” I questioned, moving away from him and opening to fridge.
“As long as you’re cooking.” He replied, clearly not caring what we have. I pulled the bacon, eggs and milk out of the fridge and placed them on the bench. I grabbed the frypan and put it on the stove top, turning it on to heat up. I cracked three eggs into a bowl and whisked them, adding a little bit of milk to it, and then dicing the bacon and cooking it a bit before adding the eggs to the frypan.
“Ali, we are going into town. You and Jarred can stay here if you want.” Mum said, walking into the kitchen and grabbing her water bottle from the fridge.
“Okay, yeah we’ll stay.” I decided without asking Jarred.
“Do you want anything?” mum asked.
“Yeah hang on.” I demanded politely, quickly running to my room and grabbing my recipe card for cooking the next day at school. “Can you please get me these ingredients and some more books for school?” I asked, handing her the piece of paper.
“Okay.” She said, walking away and out the door to the car.
“Thanks mum, bye!” I called out after she left. I stirred the eggs in the frypan to stop them from burning, “Can you please grab the toaster?” I asked Jarred, pointing to the pantry with a wooden spoon. Seconds later he appeared at my side with the toaster in his hands.
‘Where do you want it?” he asked, readjusting his grip on the toaster. I put the wooden spoon down and grabbed the toaster from him, placing on the bench space next to me and plugged it in, turning it on.
“How many pieces do you want?” I asked him waving a piece of bread around gently before placing it in the toaster.
“Two please.” He said, sitting on the clear bench space to the left of me, almost knocking the fruit stand off. I placed three pieces of toast into the toaster, two for him and one for me. I grabbed two plates from the drawer across the kitchen and waited for the toast to pop, turning the heat down on the scrambled eggs. I quickly put the toast on the two plates and spooned the eggs onto the toast and handed Jarred the plate with the most on it.
“Thank you.” He said, kissing me on the cheek and walked off to the table.
“Barbeque or tomato sauce?” I asked, placing my plate down and opening the pantry grabbing the barbeque sauce.
“Tomato.” He demanded playfully.
“Loser.” I giggled and grabbed both the sauces and my plate, walking over to the table. “Knives and forks” I sighed, walking back to the kitchen and grabbing two knives and two forks, dawdling back to the table. Jarred stood up when I got to the table, he took my plate from my hands and put it on the table, and then he did the same with the sauce.
“Come on.” He whispered, grabbing my hands in his and pulling me towards the bedroom.
“What?” I asked, confused as to what was happening.
“Your family is out, we have the house to ourselves, so come on.” He said a little bit louder, his voice raspy. He leaned in and kissed me, walking backwards with my hands still in his; he stopped walking but pulled me into him, lifting me up, our mouths still connected. I wrapped my legs around his torso; he pushed me up against a wall and stopped kissing me briefly to pull my jumper off of me, leaving me in my bra and pyjama pants. He started walking backwards into my room but walked into the wall. We both started laughing mid kiss. He put me down on my bed and took his shirt off. I stood up and grabbed his belt, pulling him towards me, him using his weight to gently push me back onto my back on the bed.
“Shut the door.” I mumbled into his mouth. He got up off of me and shut the door, walking back to the bed to finish what he started.
