Yes, Sir.

|Red Hyacinths|

Waking up, I rolled over opening my eyes and noticing the other side of my bed nearly made as best as it could be made considering the fact that I was sleeping.

Of coarse

He didn't wait for me to get up, it was all too good to be true.

I sat up, crawling over my bed and putting my knots of hair into a messy bun.

"Fucking asshole."

I mumbled, while fixing the side of the bed I slept in.

"Rough morning?"

I turned to see Maxwell standing there smirking with only his dress pants and shoes on.

God, this is him in the morning?
Still gorgeous.

We stared at each other silently, he cleared his throat trying to hide his boyish smile.

"I've got to go."

"I know."

He ran a hand across his stubbly chin, "Alright." he smiled making his way over to the chair where his dress shirt and suit jacket hung over, he slowly dressed, eyeing me, "You thought I left didn't you?" He was so smug.

"No, I don't care." I glared shrugging a shoulder.

Sass

He chuckled, coming closer wrapping one arm around my waist and pulling me to him, giving me a soft, lingering kiss.

It was then that I realized as I was pressed against him that I was butt naked.

Oh well, he's already seen it all.

I mentally shrugged.

"We will talk later." he whispered while placing a kiss on my head.

"I know." I answered sternly, earning another grin from him, he liked that I was still pissed at him?

Freak.

He turned and walked out of my room, and then apartment.

Oddly enough it felt empty without him there all of a sudden. Which is really fucking stupid since that was the first time he'd ever been inside my apartment.

Stupid emotions.

I pulled on some underwear and a t-shirt, and made my way to my kitchen as my stomach rumbled furiously.

I stopped in the kitchen doorway, there was a plate set on the table, with an omelet, hash browns, and a pancake on the side. In a smaller plate where two pieces of buttered toast. And off to the other side was a freshly squeezed cup of orange juice.

He fucking made me orange juice.

That bastard.

I stupid smile spread across my face at the thought of him standing there, squeezing orange after orange until there was enough.

I didn't know he was capable of this!?

Sure it's an easy task but the fact that he did it.

I sat down with a smug smile enjoying his surprise.

He was really making it difficult for me to stay mad at him.

Through out the day I got a lot of organizing done, I turned up some music and just spent the day at home.

I was tempted to text Maxwell, but I didn't which I'm proud of myself for.

But of coarse I did wonder what he was doing all day that he had to leave so early, I mean, it's Saturday! He has the whole weekend off.