When my alarm sounds at 5:30 I groan loudly and silence it, keeping my lids firmly shut. Only when I realise what's happening this morning and remember why my alarm is set for so early in the morning do I bolt upright and clamber across the bed for my cell. Checking it eagerly I see I have two unread messages from Lauren and my stomach knots, expecting her to cancel her plans with me due to some emergency at the hospital. Thankfully those fears are quickly laid to rest when I open them:
Sorry it's late, you're probably asleep but I did promise you a goodnight text. So goodnight, I hope you sleep better than I do because I can't stop thinking about you, or your lips and how they felt against mine. See you in the morning beautiful. x
I'm finishing a little early by some miracle so I'll be at yours in about half an hour. I hope you'll be up because I'm famished! See you soon x
Shit, the last one was sent at 5:10 so, great, I have ten minutes to get up and try and look half way presentable before she turns up. I fly around my bedroom in a blur of clothes and pure panic as I dress in jeans and a button up shirt, opting for ease over style I pull my hair up in a high ponytail. I've just finished making my bed when the apartment buzzer sounds, I don't press the intercom knowing exactly who it is, I press the door release and wait eagerly for her.
The butterflies are running rampant in my stomach when the door knocks and my face feels like it's going to split when I open it and see her there. She doesn't wait to be invited in, she smiles at me as she strides through the door and takes my face in her hands and quickly claims my lips with her own. Somewhere during the kiss I hear the door shut before she begins walking me back against the nearest wall, trapping me between it and her as she continues to kiss me hungrily. I grasp her by her hips and pull her flush against me, closing any leftover space between us as we kiss with fervour.
When she pulls apart we're both breathless and staring at each other intently "you made the promise of breakfast?" She quipped, panting slightly, her eyes burning into mine brightly.
I nod, my dry mouth unable to speak, breakfast right now is the farthest thing from my mind. Right now all I want to do is drag her to the bedroom and undress her slowly, kissing each inch of uncovered skin. I shake my head, wanting to disperse my dirty thoughts and focus on the reason why she's actually here. "I did, but you'll need to let me go first." Lauren dips her head and kisses me one last time before stepping back and freeing me. I roll my eyes and take her hand, pulling her through to the kitchen with me. I pull out one of the stools at the kitchen island and point at it "sit."
"You've gotten bossy, you know that?" She quips as my backs turned and my heads in the fridge. Pulling out all the ingredients for breakfast I set them on the counter and give her a stern look.
"I've been called worse, right, so I did some googling and found out what a popular option for breakfast is back in England and apparently there's this thing called a 'Full English?' I've managed to find most of the items for it, so that's what you're having. Any complaints?" She beams back at me with a quirked eyebrow and eyes the item on the counter.
"You googled breakfast ideas? That's adorable, but also very thoughtful. Thank you."
I grin at her, pleased she's happy "do you want tea whilst I cook or with your breakfast?"
"A cup now would be great. Can I do anything to help?"
I shake my head at her before turning to fill the kettle and setting it to boil "just sit there and look pretty. You're fun to look at?"
"View isn't too shabby from this side either, especially when you get things from the bottom cupboards." I look at her from over my shoulder and she winks at me, making my heart race. I roll my eyes at her and try my best to cooking breakfast without burning anything.
