the art of eye contact

our start to something great.

(NAME'S) SILENT  snores filled the room. Oliver was held in her arms. She slept well last night. Her body moved to the other side, she fell off the bed.

Good thing there was a carpet there. She sat up, fully awaken from the slight pain coming from her head. Oliver also woke up from the loud thump. His head tilted to look at her, she gave him a peace sign.

"Morning, Oliver" she mumbled in her drowsy voice. She got up from the floor and walked to her wardrobe to grab a set of clothes.

She made her way to the bathroom to take a shower. Usually the water in the morning was slightly cold, but today the water appeared to be warm.

She slipped into the shower. The warm water touched her soft skin, a moan of relaxation slipped through her mouth. After her shower she changed into her clothing. She wore a towel on her head to dry her (hair length) (hair colour) hair.

She put on her slippers, grabbed her phone and went downstairs. Her phone started to ring. She looked at it to find the contact, Kirby💓.

Her heart skipped a beat, she quickly answered the call.

(Albert) Morning, I hope I didn't wake you up!

(Name) No, it's fine. I'm gonna make breakfast.

(Albert) What're you gonna make?

(Name) Chocolate chip pancakes!

(Albert) No way those are my favorite! Can I come over, please?

(Name) Yeah, do you still remember the location?

(Albert) Of course I do, (address)

(Name) Okay, I'll make some for you. I'm hanging up now, bye Kirby!

(Albert) Okay, bye cutie!

She hung up, the nickname he gave her replayed inside of her head, her cheeks were now tinted pink. She began to make the pancakes. Once she finished she dusted off her yellow apron.

(Name) grabbed two plates and set the table. She went over to the sink and washed her hands, once done she grabbed some clean fruits from the fridge that she washed last night.

She cut up the fruits of her choice and filled two small bowls with them. She placed them next to the empty plates that were set on the table. (Name) removed her apron and hung it.

The doorbell rang, she ran over to the door and opened. It was Albert, he was holding a small bouquet of (favorite flowers). She looked up at him and smiled. "Thanks, come inside! Take your shoes off though." She pointed her finger at him, he obeyed.

"OLIVER!" She screamed, catching the attention of the brown haired man. The dalmatian came running downstairs. (Name) grabbed him and held him in her arms.

"As promised, I'd like you to meet my cutie, Oliver!" The dog observed the man, and shouted a playful bark. The dog was very obedient and kind.

"Would you like to pet him?" He nodded, "Yeah, he's so cute hehe" Albert patted the puppy on his head, Oliver licked his face.

"He must like you, but not as much as I do." (Name) turned her heel and walked over to the kitchen island. He was caught off guard by her comment.

She placed two pancakes on each plate, and some dog food in Oliver's bowl. She gestured Albert to come over. "Do you want honey on them?" He blinked continually at her in confusion.

"Oh, I don't have syrup. Honey is healthier! Come try it!" She grabbed a spoon and scooped a bit of honey, he came towards her and tried it. "This is so good!" The girl jumped, a bit stunned.

"It's delicious, now let's eat!" She pointed to the food, making jazz hands. She sat down, and so did he. The food in front of him looked great. He took a bite of it.

It made his taste buds tingle, in a good way. "Is it good?" She was a bit nervous. "It's great, just as good as my mom's food!" She giggled at his compliment. "Thank you very much Kirby, enjoy your meal."

She continues to eat her food. He stuffed his face. (Name) looked down at Oliver, she lifted him on her lap. She kissed his muzzle. Albert frowned, wanting to receive attention from the female.

He laid his head on her shoulder. She looked at his plate, her eyes widened realizing he finished. (Name) patted his head, his brown hair running through her fingers.

She got up and took the plates to wash them. She finished, and saw Albert with his arms stretched out. "Can I have a hug?" She obviously couldn't refuse him. She gave him a warm hug, and gave him a quick peck on his lips. She could see that he was tired.

She went into her room, he followed his hand in hers. "You can lay down there if you're tired" She pointed to the bed. He frowned, feeling touch-starved. He wanted to be in her arms.

"Can you sleep with me?" She blushed, looking over at her whining boyfriend. She nodded, sliding in the bed with him. He laid his head on her chest and wrapped his arms around her torso.

She looked down, she wasn't used to this. Then she soon relaxed into the position. (Name) placed a kiss on his forehead and her fingers lingered into his brown locks. He felt at ease.

They both soon fell asleep together, not caring about what's surrounding them, only caring about each other.