The 20 Year Old Virgin | Herophine

Chapter 28: Hikes and Old Friends

Jo

I never thought I'd be this happy. I never thought I'd actually find a guy who would treat me like a queen. I never thought I deserved to be treated like a queen in the first place.

Not until Hero.

He's so perfectly right for me and I don't know what he sees in me that he tolerates all my bullshit. I know I'm not the prettiest nor the sexiest woman he's known-he's a freaking model for fuck's sake-I'm not even the nicest person and yet he still loves me. He's too good for me but unlike before when I used to freak the fuck out about changing who I am for him, now I'm gladly embracing how he's goodness is slowly rubbing off on me. He's such a wonderful human being that I just want to be good, not only for him but most definitely for myself as well. He deserves the best girlfriend and I intend to fucking deliver.

Hence, I am making french toasts and cooking bacons and eggs at six in the morning. Since he's been here, he's always had to cook breakfast for my lazy ass. So this morning, I decided to beat him to it and surprise him with some good old breakfast in bed. Hopefully I get a reward for being a good girl and he'd let me fuck him.

Hey, I said I want to be a good person for him. I didn't say I'm gonna be a nun.

So... fingers crossed.

At exactly 6:15 am, I make my way back to my room with a tray full of food for the two of us while leaving some at the kitchen for Mia. When I open the door, Hero's still lightly snoring on his stomach, his bare back already making my head swim with filthy thoughts. I carefully place the tray on top of my bedside table before climbing next to him on the bed. I lean down and plant a soft kiss on his cheek, whispering, "Good morning, love. Wake up."

He groans and rolls over facing the other side which makes me roll my eyes. I adjust myself and do the same thing again... and again... and again. He still won't wake the hell up. The food's gonna get cold at this rate.

With my patience running thin, I straddle his back, putting all my weight on him and he umphs in surprise. "Wake the fuck up sleeping beauty! I cooked breakfast and it's gonna get cold," I raise my voice, slapping his back lightly but enough for him to take notice.

"I'm up! I'm up!" He laughs. "I was just fucking with you babe."

I glare down at him, holding on to my temper but when he turns around, causing me to shift back on the bed, and I see his grinning face full of mischief, I couldn't hold back the smile breaking across my lips. Jumping off the bed, I take the tray and put it on top of the bed as Hero props himself up against the headboard. He eyes the food with amusement before lifting his sparkling green eyes to me.

"You did this for me?" He beams.

"Yeah, figured my man deserves a breakfast in bed at least once," I shrug, feigning nonchalance even though I'm internally jumping in merriment at the way Hero's face lit up at my little surprise.

"Oh, I'm definitely gonna expect this same kind of treatment every morning starting today," he teases as he takes a sip of his coffee, smirking.

"Excuse me? This is a one time thing Beauregard!" I scoff before smiling. "Now take a bite of the french toast and let me know what you think."

He takes a piece with his hand and pops it into his mouth as I wait anxiously. He turns a serious stare at me as he continues to chew causing me to bite my lip as I wait for his verdict. He better not be an ass about my cooking or I'm never gonna do this shit ever again.

"Delicious just like you love," he winks as he swallows. I can't help the heat creeping at my cheeks by his compliment. "Aw, you're blushing..." he coos, pinching my cheek.