The Way You See Me

Chapter Twenty-Two

After we'd eaten dinner and our movie-binge was over, Dom and I decided we were worn out enough and went to bed, with Max curled up by our feet. 

I wake up to the bright morning sun shining through the blinds and yawn. Rubbing my eyes, I slip out of bed and head to the attached bathroom. I look in the mirror- I was a mess. If I look past my own reflection, I could see Dom, lying in the bed, still fast asleep. I peek my head back out the bathroom door to check the time displayed on the alarm clock; 8:23 am. I usually wasn't up this early.

I quietly wash my face and rinse my mouth with mouthwash, since my toothbrush was still at home. Once I finish I tie my hair back up in a messy bun, and glance at myself once more before tip-toeing out of the room and to the kitchen.

Of course, Max follows me, but he isn't terribly loud. I give him some love before letting him run around out back. 

Going back into the kitchen, I start the coffee pot on the counter and hum softly. I go over to the fridge, pulling open the doors and clicking my tongue as I look. I take out eggs- of course- and a slab of bacon that was on the shelf. 

While my bacon and eggs are frying on the stovetop, I go into the living room and turn on the tv, flipping through channels until I find the news. I sit on the couch and wait to see what's going on in the world today. 

After five boring minutes of hearing about the weather, I walk back into the kitchen, flipping the slow cooking eggs, followed by the bacon. I wait the two minutes until it's all done, then place them on a plate I had grabbed out of a cabinet. 

Dom walks out right as I set the plate on the island. His hair is a fluffy mess, but an adorable one. I grin when his eyes meet mine and he scrunched his face up a bit. "What?" He asks.

I shrug, my eyes still glued to him. Even his basic outfit was perfect, in the white t-shirt he had on his biceps were showed off a perfect amount, making him look lean but not skinny, muscular but not overly buff. 

He walks over to me and I realize I had still been staring, so I blush. He smirks. "That's all your gonna do? Stare?" He teases, and kisses my lips softly but lovingly. I smile as I pull back. 

"I made us breakfast," I say quietly as I look up into his captivating green eyes. 

He nods, pulling his gaze from me to look at the food on the plates beside us on the counter. "I know, the delicious smell crept to my room and woke me up," He says with a dramatic eye roll. 

"Oh you poor, poor thing. I guess I don't have to share then, right? You need more sleep, I'm sure." I reply, tilting my head a bit as I look up at him. 

Dom scoffs and snatches the plate of bacon and before I even have time to gasp he turns and runs out back. 

I laugh and follow, but he shuts the door, holding the doorknob tight as I try to twist it open. "Dom! Bring that bacon back inside!" I shout through the glass as I try not to laugh.

He shakes his head, eating a piece, his face showing off how good I'm sure it tasted. I glare, then lock the door, keeping him out. "Well, fine, be like that," I say with a smile.

He shrugs. "Max and I will share," He says, and tosses a piece of bacon down to the drooling dog beside him. 

I laugh a bit then shrug back, walking to the kitchen and sitting at the island with the plate of eggs, looking at Dom and Max while I do. "Losers," I mutter, knowing he couldn't hear me.

"What was that?" Dom calls, "Can't hear you over how good this bacon is! You should've tried some!" 

I roll my eyes and smile. I knew he'd get desperate soon enough, begging to come back in. It wasn't hot yet, but it will be soon.