We laid in bed, Jarred tracing an imaginary line up my arm with his fingertips, giving me goose bumps.
“Our food is gonna be all cold now.” He laughed quietly, his voice low.
“I can make some more if you want, or I can just heat it up in the oven.” I said, rolling on to my stomach to look at him. His hair was in his face, I gently brushed his hair out of his face and kissed him on the cheek.
“I think I’m full thanks.” he winked, making me laugh.
“I’ll make some more.” I giggled, “What do you want me to make?”
“Anything, the first course was delicious enough.” He laughed, winking down at me.
“You’re disgusting.” I laughed, swatting playfully at his chest with my hand.
“And you, you are amazing.” He praised. I grabbed an extra blanket from the end of the bed, pulling it up to me with my feet. I grabbed it with my hand and sat up, moving away from Jarred, wrapping myself up in the blanket.
“Wait, come here.” He demanded, grabbing my hand and pulling me back down to him, nearly making me drop the blanket from around me. “I love you.” He whispered, kissing the end of my nose.
“I love you.” I replied, shaking my head slightly to cover my face with my hair. I knew I was blushing. He brushed my hair back from my face.
“Don’t cover up, not for me, not ever.” He spoke slowly but strongly, pulling the blanket off of me. I quickly got up from my bed, feeling bare from the lack of blankets and clothing. I grabbed my jumper and pulled it over my head and down my body. I opened a drawer and pulled on a fresh pair of underwear before walking over to Jarred and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
“I’m gonna go and make us some more food.” I told him softly before moving to leave the room.
“No pants hey?” he questioned as I reached the doorway.
“Who needs pants?” I laughed, walking down the hallway and out to the kitchen. I heard him follow me out to the kitchen and sit down at the table, watching me start to cook scrambled eggs again. I walked over to the table to get the plates from earlier and scraped the cold food into the bin.
“I’m gonna go for a shower.” Jarred said as I pulled the eggs out of the fridge.
“Okay.” I shrugged as he got up and walked off into the bathroom. I cracked the eggs into a bowl and whisked them, adding a bit of milk to it before cooking some diced bacon again and putting some bread into the toaster and turning it on.
The gate creaked open, telling me that my family was home. I quickly ran into my room and pulled my pyjama pants up my legs before running back out to the kitchen. Just as my parents walked into the house, the toast popped and I put them on plates, before pouring the eggs into the frypan on top of the bacon.
“Where’s Jarred?” mum asked, putting down the bags of shopping on the floor.
“In the shower.” I answered while spooning the cooked eggs onto the pieces of toast before moving the food filled plates over to the table. I walked back over to the kitchen and filled the sink up with warm soapy water and began to wash the dishes I used to make the scrambled eggs. I heard the bathroom door open and seconds later I felt arms wrap around my waist.
“Mmh smells good.” Jarred hummed into my ear, his wet hair tickling my face.
“Yep.” I laughed, turning around to face him, with bubbles on my hands from washing the dishes. He pulled away a little and I flicked the bubbles off my fingers and onto his face. He gasped as he reached up and covered his eye with both hands.
