That Saturday

Breakfast

Finally, I'm here. He is looking at me with a funny smile on his face and with love in his eyes telling me how much he loves me. His bathroom robe wrapped around his fit body, sipping from a cup of black coffee. He's wearing his pink bunny slippers again, the ones I almost threw away to his horror. I remember him walking into the kitchen while I was holding it over the trashcan. From the top of his lungs, he yelled: "not bun-bun!". From the look on his face, I can tell he is dead serious. His brown eyes were open wide and his face filled with concern. From that day I never touched his "bun-buns" again.

Today is a gorgeous, sunny Saturday and my plans for the day consisted of top quality time with Shawn. We've only been going out for a year and lived together for half a year. It was a quick desition, but somehow, for a girl that couldn't get attached, it felt more than right. However, we haven't had a single 24 hours together in a while, so this day was specifically for us. As I'm looking down on my phone I can see that it's 11.45 and only fifteen minutes until breakfast. I promised him to make a beautiful breakfast that we could enjoy together, I always love that. And just a couple of months ago we started something called intermittent fasting together, where you have a smaller period of eating. We eat from 12.00 to 20.00 every day and as we do it together it is much easier.

"What do you want to eat today?". I look over at his beautiful face with his brown hair softly hanging down over one of his eyes. He strokes his hand through his hair and looks at me. "You". He answers while walking towards me, grabbing me by my hips and lifting me up from the ground and onto himself. He easily holds me up while standing up and slowly kissing my lips. I feel the warmth of his breath and the smell of a newly showered body. I keep kissing him while holding my hands around his shoulder and wrapping my feet around his waist. I'm wearing a tiny, pink pajama short and a white tube top.

"Pancakes?" I whisper and look at him. He is still holding me up, looks at me and gives me a happy "yes!". "Well, then you need to put me down then" I laugh. Still holding me, he takes a better grip and walks me over to the white, marble kitchen counter where he puts me down. I'm sitting with my feet hanging down and I lean over to give him a kiss. His hands grab my neck and he pushes me close to his lips. I feel my stomach filling up with excitement and love. This is the man for me, I just know it, I thought to myself. I put my hand through his brown hair and down his chest, right where the opening of the rope is. I want to tear it open and expose his beautiful, well-trained body, but we made a pact to save our self for tonight. "Okay, let's make a deal" I started "I will make the pancakes and you will make some more fresh coffee and get Brooklyn 99 ready on the TV".

"Deal" slightly running towards the hand-brew Chemex, grabbing the Ethiopian single origin coffee beans that he got me last Valentine because he truly knows me. He knows my nerdy passion for great coffee and shares it by loving the coffee I make. I thought him how to hand brew coffee so that both of us could make incredible coffee and though he is still a bit clumsy with the brewing, he always makes good coffee.