❝I know you are forbidden, I know I shouldn't do this. But fuck it. Fuck the rules, fuck what they say. I only want you.❞
I closed my eyes as his thumb went over my lips and my cheeks, then he held my cheek. I could feel my skin burn with excitement...
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"Morning."
My lips curved into a soft smile. The first thing I hear in the morning being his sleepy, raspy voice had to be my imagination, it was too good to be true.
But when I opened my eyes, I saw him smiling back at me. His hair was a little messy, his dark eyes were looking at me softly. My hand raised without my control and embraced his cheek. He really was here. His pupils dilated.
I instantly pulled my hand back with shyness and looked somewhere else, "Good morning."
I came to a sitting position and stretched my muscles. "Did you sleep well?" I asked. "Yeah, you? How are you feeling?" I took a moment to check up on my status.
"I'm feeling just good. I really need to have breakfast though," I said and giggled.
I got up from bed and stretched again. "You can use the bathroom in my room, and I can give you a towel if you want to take a shower," I said. He shook his head, "No, I need to get going anyways. I can do it at home," he said. I couldn't help but let the smile on my face fade away.
"Oh, okay." It wasn't like I could tell him to just stay, right? He had his own responsibilities other than me. "But let me make you a breakfast first at least, please?" I said.
He smiled. "You don't need to, I don't want you to get tired."
I insisted. "Please. At least let me do this, I already owe a lot to you," I said. He took a moment to consider and finally decided to stay. "Alright then."
He got up and walked towards my bathroom to wash his face, I got out of the room to use my parents' bathroom. A few minutes later, I was in the kitchen making french toast and scrambled eggs for us.
I got the table ready and poured some orange juice. I heard the sound of a chair being pulled. "I hope you like scrambled eggs. We didn't have broccoli so I couldn't make it your way," I got the glasses in my hands and walked towards the table, sitting down next to him.
"I like eggs in any cooked way," he said. "I still can't believe you know how to cook though,"
I rolled my eyes. "You know there are millions of recipes on the internet, right?" He giggled.
"Yes, but I think cooking still requires some talent," he said with a smirk. "You're free to test if I have any then," I said and smiled.
He took the fork in his hand and took a piece from the egg. I watched him chew and swallow it, waiting for his feedback.
"I guess you do."
I smiled with the feeling of victory. "Of course I do," I said, even though just a fee seconds ago, I was nervous that it wouldn't taste good. We enjoyed the rest of our breakfast with small talk and laughters, it was always so peaceful to be spending time with him just as normal couples do. I wished we could do this everyday. I knew I'd just never get tired of seeing his beautiful face all the time.
