This is from my vault and I hope someone enjoys it. -
I got up early, which is rare for me. I didn't bother putting on a robe as it was warm, but I did pull my shorts and tank top back onto my nude body. I smirked at Michael who was resting peacefully in the king sized bed. I tired that ass out, I thought to myself with giggle as I walked to the bathroom. I rinsed my face and then brushed my teeth before retiring to the kitchen.
I wasn't much of a cook. I was extremely limited in my cooking abilities. But I could throw down when it came to French toast. And based on a conversation we've had in the past, I knew Michael was a fan of the delicious food.
I hummed along to the song I was listening to on my phone as I moved around the big, clean kitchen. Every room was beautiful in this pad. I hoped to own a residence like this one day.
Michael joined me in the kitchen about 15 minutes later. He was already dressed and everything. He gazed at me with his deep eyes before smiling and looking around the vicinity.
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"Good morning. Someone was hungry?" he said.
"Uh, yeah, you could say that. I just thought I'd make you something to eat."
"Well, thank you. It smells good in here." He walked to me and pulled me against his lean but strong body. I hugged him right back and breathed in his soft cologne. His big hand held the back of my head, my thick curls filling his touch.
I checked the stove and smiled with pride. "All done. Let me make you your plate."
We sat at the table together and Michael started mentioning his plans for the day. He was in a good mood because his family was visiting.
"You look like you just saw a ghost," he looked at me concerned but laughed.
"I, um, when is your family coming?" I asked, keeping my composure.
But I was inwardly freaking out. He hadn't mentioned anything to me about meeting his family.
"Noon. You have time." He smiled at me knowingly. I obviously wasn't dressed and hadn't styled my hair.
"Okay," I put on a smile. "Which family members?"
"My brothers and my mother."
"Have you told them about us?"
Michael looked at me and nodded. "Yes. They know about you."
"Okay, what are we going to do about food?"
"I am going to pick up the catering I ordered." He kept his eyes on me and then held my cheek. "India, relax, honey."
He was right. I needed to chill.
"Thank you for the breakfast," he kissed me softly and slipped his sweet tongue into my mouth.
My fingers slid into his hair and I deepened the kiss. He grunted in my mouth and carried me out of the kitchen. I wrapped my legs around him and giggled against his talented, soft lips, knowing what was to come.
