385 You are an adult now (1/2)

Ryn slipped the sunny-side eggs into the plate. She prepared four eggs for herself and two for him. For sausages, she made five for her and two for him. She made toast for both of them. She patted her shoulders proudly with invisible hands after she put two slices of bread into the toaster, remembering how she insisted to have a loaf of bread at the grocery store yesterday despite his refusal. In order to create a balanced meal for him, she included some baked beans and some vegetables. But she did not put them into the plate. Err... her plate to be precise.

Eating bunny food?

No, thank you.

She put both plates on the dining table before returned to check on the coffee machine. She nodded approvingly but did not make a move to pour the hot coffee into two mugs. Instead, she went to the refrigerator to take out a carton of milk.

”J, breakfast is ready,” she called loudly after she put the carton of milk on the dining table, along with two glasses. Then, she went to get the pot of coffee. She also checked on the stove, in case she forgot to turn off the fire.

”Morning, beautiful,” he said, standing beside her and pulled her into his arms for a kiss. He ignored the fact that her hands were not free. All he cared about was having her in his arms and kissed her passionately. The kind of morning he always wanted to have.

”I'm holding cups,” she cried. Luckily, she did not drop the cups and saucers. As she was holding them, she did not wrap her arms around him for the kiss.

”Sorry. But I can't help myself,” he grinned boyishly. Without another word, he took the saucers and cups from her to put on the dining table. She followed behind.

His eyes widened at the sight of the plates on the table. His eyes landed on the plate she put for herself and then compared it to his.

”You are hungry,” he commented in amused seeing the amount of food she piled for herself. Comparing to his, it seemed like she was having a double serving.

”Of course. We skipped our dinner,” she pointed out dryly. She was too hungry to even nag at him on how much they wasted for their dinner. Her poor steaks. Her poor delicious steaks. She blamed it to his inability to control his lust. Right now, the most important thing was to feed her stomach.

He grinned, remembering what they did the whole night. He even winked at her.

”Eat your breakfast,” she told him, refusing to be drawn to his naughty thought. She focused on eating her meal. Despite being so hungry she could eat a cow, she ate her food rather gracefully.

He obeyed. But his naughty feet started to feel her up.

Her eyes widened. Even the fork and knife she was holding dropped loudly on the plate. ”J... Jeremy!”

”Yes?” he asked innocently, his eyes twinkling naughtily.

”Stop it,” she begged.

She realized that he would never stop despite her begging. She pushed the chair backward, trying to 'run' from him.

He grinned. He knew what she was doing. Luckily for him (and unluckily for her), he has long legs.

”Jeremy!” she cried, this time jumping to stand on her feet. She could not concentrate on eating with him behaving this way. She wished he would stop.

”What?” he asked her innocently.

She opened her mouth, wanting to scold him. But she changed her mind. It was useless. He would not stop doing what he was doing even when she told him a few times. It would be better for her to eat elsewhere.

”Babe, where are you going? You haven't finished your meal yet,” he called when he saw her taking her plate and walked to the kitchen.

”I'm eating there,” she replied shortly.

”Why?” he asked in a puzzle.