"A man always knows what he wants."
Storm always had commitment issues, which is why the word 'girlfriend' wasn't apart of his vocabulary. Being one that loved having options and a variety of women to choose from, he figured he could have his cake...
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Lyrica stood in her mid sized kitchen, arms folded over her chest as she watched Storm devour the plate of food in front of him.
She had her robe on to keep her nice and warm since it got super cold in the house during the early morning hours, hair covered by a bonnet with under-eye patches on her face.
It was currently six am, still dark outside and yet somehow he'd convinced her to get up and cook before he went to work.
Unexpectedly, he ended up spending the night last night. After talking for a few hours, Storm lost track of time. He didn't feel like driving back home, so he made himself comfortable right in Lyrica's bed.
As hard as she tried to get him to go sleep on the couch in the living room, he insisted on sleeping right next to her.
"Man, I haven't had home cooked breakfast in a long ass time." He spoke with a mouth full, as syrup dripped down his chin and into his beard.
Lyrica had made french toast sticks, sausage patties, and scrambled eggs with bell peppers and diced onions mixed in.
"I don't know how the hell you roped me into playing wifey but let this be the last time." She warned, glaring at him. "The only people I cook for willingly are my niece and nephew."
"What'chu mean, 'playing wifey'?" He asked, making air quotes with his fingers.
"Getting up at the ass crack of dawn and cooking for a man before he goes to work is wife duties. I don't see a rock on my finger." Lyrica held her hand up, waving it in his face.
"I'll get you a ring pop from the corner store when I get off later." He said, taking a sip of orange juice.
She sucked her teeth and mumbled under her breath, before turning around to wash the skillet and other smaller dishes she'd used when making breakfast.
Storm finished off his food, glancing up at Lyrica every once in a while. Something had been on his mind that he wanted to ask her about, but he figured it would be slightly awkward to talk about.
Ever since the night of her birthday, he couldn't help but to think about the kiss they shared. Storm didn't know if it was the liquor that took over or if he was acting out of pure emotion, but he didn't regret making that move.
The male figured that since she hadn't said anything about, it must've meant that it was something she wanted to put behind them.
Meanwhile, Lyrica's thoughts were the exact opposite of what he was thinking.
Clearing his throat, Storm called out to her. "Lyr," he said, wiping his mouth with a paper towel briefly.
"Hm?" She hummed, keeping her back turned towards him.
"Uh..so, you remember what happened like two weeks ago? When we had a lil' too much to drink on ya' birthday."
Pausing in her tracks, she sat the soapy dish sponge down and looked over her shoulder at him. "Mmhm..the kiss." She said quietly, memories of that night flashing in her mind.
