Scrum Half

13

I woke up before him. I was tangled in his arms with my head buried into his shoulder. I had experienced nothing quite as sensational as the feeling of his skin on mine. I managed to pry myself away as to Go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I crept back into the bed re-wrapping myself into him. I just stared at his face. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep; so vulnerable. I stroked at his face feeling the stubble start to grow. It was totally beautiful. His eyes fluttered open and as he saw me he smiled and pulled the cover over his head feeling embarrassed that I'd watched him sleep.
"Morning," he muffled through the sheets
"Morning," I replied shyly.
He got up to go to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. I watched hungrily as he moisturised his face and put on some deodorant.
He walked back over to the bed and jumped back in beside me engulfing me into his arms as he did. He put his hand under my chin and brought his mouth to mine connecting our lips softly and sweetly.
"I love kissing you. I love being near you... I just thought I'd tell you before you had a chance to leave if you've changed you're mind about me," he said with what seemed to be a small amount of pain in his face. I smiled and but my lip before I looked back at him and kissed him, this time making sure to slip my tongue into his mouth to ensure I convey my message of how much I want him.
"I'm not going to change my mind," I replied and with that he smiled and hugged me wrapping the duvet around us.
After a while, Matthew slumped out of bed, threw on a hoodie and shorts, and tossed me the same purple sweater I'd worn before.
I trailed behind him as he walked down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
"Hungry?"
"A bit..." I replied. His cheeks were blushing rouge from the heat of the duvet.
"I'll cook. Do you want a drink?"
"Just water, thank you" I replied, and he smiled. A smile which seemed honey sweet to me.
Matthew cracked two eggs into a Pyrex jug, and whisked them with a little oat milk, before he added them to a warm pan and folded with a spatula until they scrambled, turning pale yellow in colour.
I sat on the counter top and watched.
He dived the eggs onto two speckled green plates, accompanied with some avocado, sliced length-ways, and some toasted sourdough bread. From a height, he sprinkled some black pepper.
I loved how he showed dominance, even in my own home. I was thankful my parents and older sister, Verity, were away for a while. I loved my time alone with him.
After he placed the plates on the counter top of the kitchen island, hot steam rising off each one, Matthew walked over and placed his hands either side of me, pulled me in and kissed me again from where I was sat.