“You’re safe, little fox,” I say again.
A sweet moan spills from her lips and I feel her stretching her legs out as she slowly wakes up.
She rolls a bit, half on her back.
When she realizes she’s wrapped around me, she flushes with embarrassment.
“Um, oh, hi,” she stammers, shifting away, blushing lightly, her gorgeous breasts uncovered.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I grin, enjoying her shyness.
Ulyana grabs the blankets up over her chest, trying to hide her nakedness. “Morning,” she mutters.
“I’m going to make coffee, and maybe some waffles. Do you want to join me for breakfast?”
She nods, a tight smile on her beautiful lips. “I’ll be down in a moment.”
I throw the blankets off myself, not bothered in the least by my nakedness. I stand I stretch, then glance at her and chuckle at the fact that her eyes are hungrily exploring my body.
I could take her now. I could make her sing those sweet little sounds again.
But she looks awkward and shy.
I take my time selecting a pair of sweatpants and slipping them on before I head for the door.
“I’ll be downstairs,” I wink at her.
She smiles wider, lowering her eyes and shaking her head slightly, amused.
***
Down in the kitchen, I’ve already got two fresh cups of coffee made when she arrives, barefoot, in a pair of jeans and pink T-shirt, fresh out of the shower.
My instinct is to pull her into a hug, but she looks stiff and nervous. I decide to throw caution to the wind, and I step close to her and wrap my arms around her.
For a moment, she is stiff as a plank, but then she lets out the cutest little giggle and slips her arms around my waist, snuggling into me.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask.
“I did, better than I have in a while.”
Reluctantly, I release her, gesturing towards her coffee. “Two sugars. And the waffles are almost toasted.”
“Shall I get some sauce?”
“Yes, butterscotch, it’s in the fridge. I’ve got bacon in the air fryer.”
“Oh, that’s my favorite too,” she grins.
We work together making the waffles, moving awkwardly around each other, neither of us quite knowing how to act.
She sits on the high chair at the kitchen counter, swinging her legs as she happily eats her waffle and sips the hot coffee. I stand with my hip against the kitchen counter watching her, eating my own waffle, enjoying every moment of having breakfast with her.
Something has shifted between us. I hope it doesn’t shift back to the way it was before. I love this side of her. Her guard is down, and she’s let me closer to her.
“I’m going into the office in a bit. Do you want to join me? I won’t be there long.”
“That would be amazing. I should get changed then,” she says, taking her last bite of waffle.
