The House Project

Chapter 10- First dates

 The next morning, instead of thinking that their is an unknown somebody in my bed, I know exactly who it is. I roll over to face him and notice that he is still sleeping. So, I reach one hand out from the warmth of the covers and trace the contours of his face with my pointer finger. The curve of his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, his high cheek bones and finally his lush lips. It makes me blush just thinking about his lips. I run my hand through his soft wavy hair and then get out of bed.

I walk into the kitchen and put some food into Matt's food bowl so he stops barking. I then proceed to grab a pan out of the cupboard and take some eggs out of the fridge. Ill admit he is a damn good cook, but nothing compares to my scrambled eggs if I do say so myself. I walk back over to the fridge and grab the orange juice, pouring two glass' full. Then, I set the table. When the eggs are done, I put them on two separate plates and place them on the table. Then I pop two pieces of toast into the toaster. When those are done, I add them to the plates. With a satisfied sigh, I walk back into my bedroom and jump on him, straddling his waist. 

His eyes fly open with a look of alarm, but then his mouth turns up into a smirk and he winks at me. "Morning" I say, snuggling into his chest. "Morning" he whispers huskily, wrapping his arms around me. "Ready for round two? He asks, chuckling. "No time, the eggs will get cold." I say, giving him a wink and sliding off of him. He groans, but gets up all the same, putting on a pair of boxers in the process. I take his hand and lead him out into the kitchen, gesturing to the table. "Wow, Isabella you didn't have to do all this." He says, grabbing my waist from behind and kissing my neck. I laugh "I had too, I had too prove that I am a better cook than you" I say, my competitiveness getting the best of me. He laughs "Oh did you now?" He says, taking a seat. "Yes I did, and soon you will see how superior I am to you." I say, joking. "Well, you might be superior in the kitchen, but I am superior in the bedroom." He says, giving me another wink. I laugh, sitting down. "Sure sure" I respond sarcastically. " Want me to prove it again?" He asks, raising his eyebrows. I laugh again "Eat" I order.

After we eat breakfast we both start cleaning up. With me washing and him drying. "Ill admit, those were pretty good" Mike says with a sly grin. "Why thank you" I say, giggling. When the kitchen looks presentable again, I walk back into my room and start making the bed. "Love, I have to go run an errand, I will be back in half an hour." Mike says, while putting his cloths back on. "Be dressed and ready by the time I get back." He says mysteriously, walking out my bedroom door. "Ready for what?" I ask, following him to the door. "Just be ready" he says with a wink, and leaves. 

I shake my head and walk back into my bedroom. Taking my IPhone out, I check the weather for today. Its actually supposed to be nice today, spring must be coming. In light of the weather, I choose a nice little navy blue dress that my mother bought me. Of course the bitch bought it two sizes too small as an "encouragement" to drop a couple pounds. Of course I did because I really liked the dress. Im not the skinny twig like my mom thinks I should look like. Lets just say that I have some meat on my bones, but I don't think that I'm overweight.

Once I'm dressed and my hair and makeup is done, I exit my room and tidy up here and there where I see fit. Then the door bell rings. Smiling, I walk up to the door and open it, revealing Mike. He has changed since he left. He is now wearing a pair a dark denim jeans and a maroon T shirt that hugs his body perfectly. I smile "so what exactly did I have to be ready for? And is this good?" I ask, gesturing to my attire. "Its more then perfect, and its a surprise." He says mysteriously, taking my hand and leading me down the hallway.

Once at ground level, I nod my head in Georges direction and Mike pulls me into the cool but not too cool morning air. We walk up to his truck and we both get in, fastening our seat belts. "Seriously Mike, where in hell are we going?" I ask him when he turns on the ignition. "Patience love" he murmurs, grabbing my hand again and kissing my palm. I almost melt right then and there.