25. Snow, fire and polaroids (Pt.1)

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When I come back to the bedroom, carrying all this stuff, Angie's still peacefully asleep. It's the first time I do this, I've just found out it's not bad at all. I place everything on the nightstand, sit down on the bed next to her and let my eyes linger on her for a while before waking her up. She has often a restless sleep during the night, then is so quiet and peaceful in the morning. Opening my eyes and finding her lying next to me is an incredible way to start the day.

"Angie... Angie, wake up" I call her, with no success.

I stroke her hair and let my hand slide to her uncovered shoulder, to shake her gently, as I keep on calling her name. Nothing. I let my other hand wander on her face and then I follow the same path with the tip of my lips. I shake her lightly a little more. No reaction. I decide to use tougher tactics and my hand slides under the covers, from the shoulder to her breasts, that I gladly find naked. She must have been really tired yesterday if she fell asleep before putting on her pajamas or any other annoying piece of clothing, which would have prevented me from feeling my girl's skin against mine while sleeping. My stimulations, together with kisses and whispers, are finally having an effect. Angie begins to move and show some signs of life, letting out little moans, yawns and sounds that are simply driving me crazy. I would screw everything I did this morning and jump into bed with her for a good-morning fuck. But I can't, shit, I worked hard for this!

"Good morning" I exclaim as soon as she opens up the eye she's just rubbed with the back of her hand.

"Hey... morning" she answers with the umpteenth yawn.

"You were really sound asleep, weren't you? I had to take a hardline approach to wake you up" I whisper into her ear, groping her breasts a little more.

"Why are you already up?" she asks opening her other eye too.

"I have no idea, but I took the chance to arrange a surprise for you" I reveal, burying my face into her neck.

"Surprise?"

"Yeah. Well, there are two surprises actually, but one of them isn't to my credit" I explain lifting my head up and planting a kiss on her lips.

"And where are these surprises?" she demands, still sleepy.

"One is here" I smile and proudly point out at the nightstand.

"I... I can't believe it" she stutters, sitting on the bed and forgetting to be naked. Unfortunately she immediately remembers and covers herself with the sheets.

"Believe it, babe: your favorite breakfast, all for you" I smile as I hand her the glass of chocolate milk and steal a piece of french toast with bananas.

"But... did you make them?" she asks with eyes I can finally define open. I must have shocked her.

"Yeah, I've just made them, they're still burning" I explain blowing on a piece of toast before eating it.

"You've made them now?" she questions and licks her lips after a long gulp of milk. She did that ingenuously, not in a sexy way... which makes the gesture even sexier for me.

"Yes, babe"

"In my kitchen?"

"Yeah, where else?"

"And you went to the kitchen like this?" she asks, pointing at me with the same hand that has just grabbed a toast.

"Mmm yes, why?"

"Because... you're naked!" she says gesticulating, with the toast still in her hand.

"I'm not naked, I've got my boxer shorts" I reply, slipping one finger under the waistband of my underwear and making it snap.

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