I giggle and playfully swat at him as if I want him to let go, but honestly, I'd happily spend the rest of my days right here with him.
"I'm starving," he grumbles, rolling over until he's hovering over my body, his hips wedged between my legs, arms resting either side of my head, and his half-mast dick pressed against my bare pussy. "I'd love to say something cheesy and cliché about wanting to eat you for breakfast, but I'm actually really hungry for food, and a lot of it as well."
His stomach growls at that exact moment and we both burst into fits of laughter.
"I think I have some food here, but I'll definitely have to go shopping at some point because you eat triple the amount that I do."
He smirks down at me, and then his eyes drop down my naked body.
"I could settle for eating less if I also get to eat you."
I roll my eyes and shake my head.
"We both know that's not true. You can't even go an hour without thinking about food and then complaining about being starving."
"Damn, you know me so well," he says, peppering kisses across each of my cheeks, down my neck and across my chest before he groans as he climbs out of bed, covering me back up with the duvet. "I'll go make us something to eat."
Pecking my lips one more time and then handing me the book from my nightstand, he grabs his boxers from the floor and saunters out of my room.
It's not even ten minutes later when he walks into my room again looking sheepish.
"So, you were right," he says, picking up his jogging bottoms and putting them on before reaching for his phone on the nightstand.
"I was right about what exactly?" I ask, sliding my bookmark between the pages of my book and resting it on my lap.
"Well, you only had six eggs, and I figured you'd need at least two, and let's be real, I'll easily eat four, so that's all of those gone already. Also, you only had one pack of bacon, which is currently on the grill as we speak, so we also now need more of that too, and then—"
"So, I was right in saying we need to do some shopping then," I say, interrupting him as he lists of the abundance of items he's probably cooking.
"Yeah. Now I just need to decide if it's easier to ask Leo, or Kaleb to do said shopping for us."
"I'm sure Leo wouldn't mind. I can text him," I suggest, reaching for my phone.
"And there's my answer. I'll ask Kaleb," he grumbles, walking back out the room as he lifts his phone to his ear.
Placing my book back on my bedside cabinet, I climb out of bed and grab some new pyjamas from my chest of drawers, quickly sliding them on before following him out of the bedroom.
The smell of bacon immediately assaults my nose, and my stomach growls in response.
I step into the kitchen as he hangs up the phone and moves over to the toaster, filling all four slots with slices of bread.
"What was that back there?" I ask him, popping my hip and leaning against the breakfast bar that separates my kitchen and living room.
He grabs a cup of coffee from the side and hands it to me, pressing a kiss against my cheek before he grabs some tongs to flip the bacon.
"Well, when Leo and Kaleb were fixing your door, Leo asked how you were, and he genuinely looked concerned, which was weird as hell, and then, you just mentioned texting him. I don't like it," he states, shrugging as he turns to face me again.
My brows raise in surprise.
"Do I detect a hint of jealousy?" I ask teasingly.
"Yes," he says, taking a sip of his own coffee. "I just find it strange that Leo seems to care about you. The fact he willingly spoke to me to ask about you shocked me, and then you're talking about texting him. It's as if you're friendly with each other."
"That's because we are."
"Exactly. That's weird."
"Why is that weird?" I ask, laughing at his frowny face.
