Last night certainly felt like that. Sleeping was far more intimate than the blow jobs. I feel attuned to Jade now. Like our hearts are beating in sync.
I turn my head towards the door, just as Jade walks in. Which totally proves my point about us being in harmony. He’s wearing one of my tee shirts and a pair of my boxers and damn, does he look fine.
His green eyes are staring at the kitchen table, and he is practically gawping.
“What is this?” he asks.
“Breakfast!” I answer with a grin and a wink.
He gives me an exasperated look.
“I don’t know what you like,” I explain. “So I made different stuff.”
Jade stares at me like I’ve grown two heads.
I point at the selection on the table. “Bacon. Pancakes. Eggs. Lots of eggs. Scrambled, fried, poached, hard-boiled, soft-boiled.”
Jade’s attention slowly shifts away from me and turns to my offerings.
“Toast!” I add. “Of different levels of toastiness. And orange juice, pineapple juice, tea and coffee.”
Jade blinks. He looks a little thunderstruck. He shakes himself and then slides into a chair. He looks up at me.
“Are you only wearing that ridiculous apron?”
I laugh. I love this apron. Cara got it for me as a joke. It’s a picture of a buff naked man and actually, it’s a really good apron. The material is nice and it fits well.
“I have boxers on,” I say. “But I can take them off, if you like?”
Jade blushes and quickly looks away. He picks up a piece of toast. Note to self, Jade likes medium toastiness. That was setting three on the toaster.
“How often do you work out?” Jade asks while still avoiding looking at me.
Grinning, I quickly put the frying pan down so I can strike a pose and flex my biceps.
“Only once a day.”
Jade shakes his head. “And then you go and hide it under baggy clothes.”
He is trying so hard not to look at me, but he is definitely catching glimpses out of the corner of his eye and he is absolutely appreciating the view. I love it.
I stop my posing and resume dishing up breakfast. “Baggy clothes are comfy. I don’t work out to impress people.”
Jade finally looks at me. His expression is curious. Like he is trying to figure me out. I guess I can be a little unusual, but hey, the world would be a boring place if we were all the same.
I love that Jade clearly appreciates the way I look. But I don’t work out so I can attract people. I simply enjoy being active andfeeling healthy.
Jade picks up a glass of orange juice. I smile. Got it. Medium toast and orange juice.
He takes a sip and then stares at me wide-eyed. “Is this freshly squeezed?”
I puff my chest out. “Of course! Only the best for my man!”
A beautiful shade of pink blooms on Jade’s cheeks. It’s the prettiest thing I have ever seen.
“Am I your man?” he says softly.
I clear my throat. “I guess, technically we are only dating. But hopefully one day you will be mine.”
