“I don’t know about all that.” Piper laughs. “I do need to be somewhat productive.”
“What did you have in mind?” I hope it involves more of last night’s activities, but I have a feeling she’s going to burst my little happy bubble.
“I’d like to get some images and video for the social channels.” She looks up at me and the realization that we’re here right now…together, hit’s me in the chest. “If that’s okay with you. But I’ll need your help.”
Why hasn’t this woman figured out I would do literally anything for her. All she has to do is ask.
“Sure. But maybe we can start with breakfast.”
Her stomach growls as soon as the words leave my mouth. We ate an early dinner yesterday, but nothing after the ferris wheel.
“That’s probably a good idea.” She moves away and grabs the blanket she used last night to wrap around her. “Do you have anything I can wear? I don’t feel like putting yesterday’s clothes on again.”
“Sweatpants are in the bottom drawer, and I think I have some t-shirts in the top drawer.” It’s not like she can see anything, though. I slide out of bed and pull on the jeans I discarded last night before turning on the light.
This is the view I wanted as soon as I woke up. Piper’s hair disheveled and her wrapped up in me. Too bad right now she’s all the way across the room.
“I’ll be out to help you in a few minutes.” She opens the drawer looking through my shirts. I have no idea what’s in there. Most of them I throw on to do yard work without a second thought.
“Take your time.” My eyes slide over her one more time before I head to the guest bathroom. Brushing my teeth is at the top of my priority list right now. Especially if I hope to kiss her this morning.
And I know my friend enough to know she needs time to herself in the morning. One of the side effects of having so many people in the house growing up.
Five minutes later I’m in the kitchen pulling ingredients out of the fridge. I hope like hell I have everything I need for breakfast. Getting groceries has been low on my priority list lately and it shows. Luckily, I find some bacon. Piper isn’t a huge fan of eggs, and I rummage through my pantry for the pancake mix I bought not too long ago when I was craving them.
Mostly, I’m trying to get most of the cooking done before Piper comes in the kitchen. As much as she wants to help, we both know she’s not great with cooking. It’s the main reason I bring her food whenever I can. Otherwise, I don’t know if she’s eating anything other than frozen dinners.
I grab a skillet from the cabinet and put it on the stove to preheat while I get a bowl down to mix the pancake batter. By the time I hear her footsteps coming into the kitchen, the bacon is sizzling and I’m almost ready to pour the batter.
“What can I help with?”
“I’ve got it, just sit at the table,” I call out over my shoulder not wanting to spill anything.
When I turn around, she’s standing behind me. My sweatpants are baggy on her and she’s wearing a shirt I’ve had since high school. It was to support one of the playoff games and it hangs loose on her. Not going to lie, seeing her in my clothes does something to me. It’s not the first time she’s worn something of mine, but after yesterday, it means something different.
She’s mine, or at least I hope she is. We still need to have that conversation. But for now, I’ll enjoy the view of her being in my clothes.
“Why are you staring at me?” She messes with her hair and turns to the microwave to check her reflection. “Do I have something on my face?”
Of course, she would feel self-conscious when I’m looking at her. Though maybe she really thinks she has something on her face.
“No.” I shake my head and walk toward her. My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her to me. “You look fucking perfect.”
She laughs and smacks my arm. “I look like I just rolled out of bed, which I did.”
“True, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t perfect.”
“Please, don’t act like you haven’t seen me like this before.”
“I have.” I bend down, placing a kiss on her forehead. “But.” A kiss to the tip of her nose. “Now.” Another to her cheek. “I can do this.”
I capture her lips with mine and she doesn’t hesitate parting her lips to deepen the kiss. Her fingers dig into my back as I lift her up and set her on the counter. Her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer to her. There’s no way in hell she can’t feel my erection against her.
She tries to pull away, but my hands gripping her waist don’t let her move back. A bite to my bottom lip has me pulling up short, unsure if that’s something I like or not. The look on her face has me dropping the line of thought. Her nose is scrunched up.
“What’s wrong?”
She points toward the stove. “You’re burning the food.”
