❤️~This kitchen is seasoned with love~❤️
Zelah laid tangled up in the sheets on Sam’s bed, dead to the world. The room was semi-dark with the only light source coming from the hallway through the open door.
Her brows creased as she clutched the sheets up to her neck, feeling the cold air of the fan nip at her skin.
Her exposed skin.
She lazily stretched her hand to feel the other end of the bed, finding it empty. Her eyes opened and she stared at the little clock that Sam kept on his bedside table.
She removed the sheets and sat up to wear her slippers, not fully awake. The shirt she had on dropped to her knees when she stood up.
“Sam. Where are you?”
She stifled a yawn with her hand, walking into the kitchen. It was a little bigger than hers and almost everything was white.
She spotted him near the oven, in jeans and a white sweatshirt.
For some reason, he looked good enough to eat.
He closed the oven door and turned the sink on to wash his hands. “The Queen is up. Good morning baby.”
He walked up to her and planted a kiss on her lips, wrapping his arms around her.
“How do you feel?”
“I'm not sure. Why are we home? Today is Friday right? Don't we have work?”
She sat at the table in the kitchen and took a bottle of water.
“You don't have work today. And I..took today off.”
He got up to check something in the freezer before closing it again.
“Why? I don't understand.”
“It's a policy at the restaurant. Plus your temporary employment ends today. I'm supposed to do an evaluation which determines whether you stay or not. Work stuff.”
He grabbed a pack of Ziploc bags out of a cupboard above his head and set it near the cooling tray that was currently sporting cookies.
“Oh. Okay that's good, I think? And what do you mean by policy?”
She drank half of the water, not paying attention to him.
He turned to her in surprise.
“The policy about not working on birthdays?”
She closed her eyes and smiled, shaking her head. “I forgot my birthday.”
“You forgot your birthday. I really thought nothing else could surprise me about you.”
He started to place the cookies into the bag one by one.
“You'd be surprised,” she muttered. “What are you doing?”
“Placing cookies in a bag, if it wasn't already obvious. I've got plans for today. It starts when you get clean.”
She raised her brows and went over to where he stood. “I haven't celebrated my birthday in six years. It's just a normal day for me. Please tell me you didn't go overboard.”
He turned around and kissed her neck. “I didn't go overboard. Now, go get ready.”
“Ready for what?”
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