“How does a reheated grilled cheese sandwich sound?”
“And a beer?” Larissa asked.
“And a beer,” she replied.
“In bed?”
“Your bed – your rules,” Harlow replied.
“You’re sleeping in here tonight, right?” Larissa asked and looked concerned, as if Harlow wouldn’t want to stay in this room with her forever if she could.
“Your bed – your rules, remember?”
“I want you to stay in here,” Larissa replied.
“Good. So do I. Want to go out there and get the food naked?”
“We can do that now, huh?” Larissa asked with a headshake. “I can’t believe you’ve seen me naked.”
“Seenyou? I had my head buried between your legs. Twice.”
“I know. I really liked that, by the way.”
Harlow pushed Larissa onto her back and climbed on top of her.
“We’re not going to get grilled cheese and beer right now, are we?” Larissa asked with a chuckle.
“Ten minutes,” she replied with a shrug as she lowered her mouth to Larissa’s nipple. “Okay, fifteen. Twenty tops, I swear.”
CHAPTER 33
Larissa rolled over in bed and saw Harlow there. She smiled and rubbed her eyes because Harlow was reallythere. Last night had happened. They had made love for the first time, had grilled cheese sandwiches in bed, watched an episode of their favorite show together, and made love again before they’d gone to sleep. Now, it was morning, and Harlow was still there, lying on her stomach, facing away from her. Larissa wished she could see her face, and she wanted to kiss her bare back, but what she wanted even more was to make Harlow breakfast and bring it to her in this bed before she woke up.
Slowly, she slipped out of bed, checking on Harlow to make sure that she was still asleep, and moved quietly in the bathroom. After that, she found her shirt and sweats still on the floor from the previous night, slid into them, not worrying about underwear for now, and headed toward the kitchen, closing the bedroom door most of the way but not shutting it completely because she knew that would wake Harlow up.
She wasn’t known for her cooking skills, and she wanted to make something Harlow would actually be able to eat, so she pulled out the waffles she could make in the toaster and grabbed the maple syrup and the strawberries she had bought when she’d last been to the store. She washed and sliced them up carefully, wishing she had any kind of knife skills to make them lookfancy, and placed them around the entire plate that she’d pulled from the cabinet. She pulled coffee mugs down next and started making that while the waffles cooked. Realizing that she didn’t have anything to eat for herself, she put two more waffles into the toaster and just tossed some unsliced berries onto her plate because she wasn’t trying to impress herself. Then, she took a tray out from a bottom cabinet and set Harlow’s plate on it with some syrup in a measuring cup because she didn’t have a gravy boat and didn’t want to bring a whole bottle of syrup into the bedroom.
“Oh, heat it up,” she said to herself and put the measuring cup into the microwave to warm the syrup. “Shit. Butter.”
“Butter?”
Larissa looked up then and saw Harlow standing there, naked, wiping her eyes.
“What? No. Go back to bed. Get out of here.”
“Um… Good morning to you, too. Nice way to treat the best friend you had sex with for the first time last night,” Harlow teased.
“I was making you breakfast in bed. I have syrup in the microwave and strawberries. There’s coffee. Oh, juice!” Larissa turned around and opened the fridge. “We don’t have any. We have milk. Want milk?”
“No, babe. Just you.”
Larissa closed the door, turned, and Harlow was there, wrapping her arms around her waist.
“Good morning,” Larissa said.
“Morning,” Harlow replied and kissed her sweetly. “You really didn’t have to do this, you know?”
“You’re always cooking for me, and I can’t really cook, so I did the best Icoulddo. I wanted to arrange the strawberries better, but they ended up looking a little silly.”
