Take My Hand...|Rye Beaumont

Twenty-Four|You've Had Sex?!

Alexis' POV

9:31am

The sweet smell of pancakes tormented as it drifted throughout our cabin this morning, immediately waking me up.
I turned to my side, opening my eyes, however I was met with emptiness.
I rolled back the other way, picking up my phone and going through social media for a few minutes along with replying to any messages I had received.

Around 5 minutes later, I decided on getting out of bed for the day. I couldn't wait to eat these pancakes, they better taste as good as they smell.

I climbed out from beneath the duvet, then walked out the bedroom and across the hallway, into the kitchen/living room area.

"Morning," Andy greeted as I walked past him while he sat on the sofa with a plate of delicious-looking pancakes paired with fruit and a bit of whipped cream.

"Hey." I replied with a smile as I continued to walk over to the kitchen to see my Rye Pie cooking up some more.
His back muscles tensing as he stood without a top on only wearing joggers, and poured the pancake mix into the pan on the hob.

"Hello," Rye said with a smile as he turned around, before stepping over to me and leaning in before pecking me on the lips.

"You any good at making pancakes then? 'Cos they smell really good." I stated, perching my bum down as I sat on the counter watching him preparing the food.
"Masterclass." He exaggerated, doing a kiss with his hand from his mouth like a chef.

"What time did you wake up this morning?" I asked, eating a couple blueberries from the bowl beside me.
"Not that long ago, about 10 minutes before you came in." He replied, holding out his hand for me to give him some fruit, therefore I placed a few of the blueberries on his palm.
"Well where's Jack and Brook?"
"Trying to figure out how to eat Brook's pancakes probably," He giggled, searching inside the pocket of his adidas bottoms before opening up his phone and handing it over to me.
I looked at what he was showing me and saw 3 burnt pancakes on the screen - pretty much 3 circles of black placed on a plate with a drizzle of syrup on top - not making it look any more edible if I'm honest.
I laughed, already knowing how bad of a cook Brooklyn was.

"However mine," Rye started, "are lovely."
He slid the pancakes he had made for us, onto two plates, then took them over to the table where we decided on our toppings - fruit, squirty cream and honey with a small dollop of ice cream.

"Wow this is a treat." I stated tucking into my breakfast whilst sitting down on the sofa in front of the telly.

"We're going in the hot-tub in a bit, come join us if you want." Brook suggested as he walked passed us wearing his swimming trunks and eating a banana. He is so random.

"Okay, we'll get ready then come and join you." I replied with a smile, watching as Jack followed him out the double sliding doors.
"Please do, I can't stand being with him on my own for much longer." Jack pleaded, making me laugh before wandering over to the sink, washing my plate then placing it on the drying rack.
I went into our bedroom and decided on what I was going to wear.
I chose a baby pink and white bando bikini top to match some high waisted bikini bottoms.

"Babe you ready?" Rye asked as he walked into the room.
"Yeah I am, but why are you asking me when you're not even changed yet." I giggled.
"I'm going commando." He stated seriously.
"No you aren't." I disagreed with a laugh.
He rolled his eyes playfully before finding a pair of swim shorts tucked away in his bag.

"Wait, lets have a picture first, we barely have any together." I complained stopping him in his tracks as he was about to walk out of our room.
"Ughhh" he moaned playfully, "you're so annoying." He added with a grin, I rolled my eyes before picking up my phone and opening it onto the camera.
I don't know why he would be moaning about it, Rye loves for there to be a camera on him, he's one of the most photogenic people I've ever met.
Regardless of whether he wanted to do it in the first place or not, the photos we took were really cute and even though he probably wouldn't want to admit it, there was a much bigger smile on his face afterwards as we sat on the bed and looked through them all, picking out which were our favourites.