The Monster Under my Bed

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Tuesday, March 15, 20XX
8:06 am

I flip a piece of bacon and smirk. Last night was a night to remember.

I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist and a head settle on my shoulder.

"Hello," I murmur, kissing the top of his head. "Did you sleep well?"

"Best sleep I've had in a long time," he mutters, kissing my shoulder. "Why are you up so early?" He draws the last syllable out for a second longer and I giggle.

"I wanted to make you breakfast."

"Can't that wait? come back to bed with me, Blake."

I sigh. "I have a class today, Dame."

He lifts his head from my shoulder and looks at me with those bright blue eyes of his. "Is it an afternoon class?"

"It's at ten."

He groans. "That means I only have like two hours with you before you leave and then I'll be all alone." He points and gives me puppy-dog eyes.

I roll my eyes and sigh. "I'm paying for this class, Damien. I have to go."

He groans but nods. "Well, in the meantime..."

He catches me by surprise and kisses my neck. The kisses travel from my neck to my jaw to my cheek. I turn my head to meet his kisses with my own, and he growls in approval, but I pull away a little bit.

"I haven't finished making breakfast," I mutter, pressing a finger to his lips. "I don't want the bacon to burn."

He sighs. "Fine, but it better be good bacon."