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I was red as a tomato by the time I finally came out of the shower. Since he was still downstairs, I use this time to be creatively creepy. Like the way all girls do creepy things with the things of the guy they like.
First I dress in his shirt, the one he wore yesterday night, it was like three sizes too big. But I wear it anyway. I stand in front of the full length mirror and try to do my best Kennedy impression.
"Mimosa you sound Spanish. No wonder I liked you from the start, I like my girls secretly Spanish."
I laugh at the corny line. Secretly Spanish, yeah right. I was lucky he didn't call immigration officers on me.
"Mimosa, you seem to be crossing the line here, your work here is to make me orgasm like never before, why are you bringing love into this?"
I laugh at that one too. Kennedy would never, never say those words to me. He was way too sweet and kind to through careless words around like that. But it would be nice to hear that in this our little purely physical arrangement, he had started to lose his head thinking about me. That he too loved to sniff my perfume, and I brought him comfort like nobody else could.
I remove his shirt and wear a shirt dress that went passed my knees and start to go downstairs. I was starting to miss him, even when he was a few steps away from me.
The place smells like bacon, greasy bacon and I loved it. My mouth watered so bad. I could tell he already made the eggs.
"Wow, for someone with chic culinary skills, you made mediocre breakfast. I did expect something made from a five star hotel." I tease as I sit in front of the kitchen, on the island.
He laughs that laugh that came from his belly, to say it put me in a trance would be an understatement of the century.
"I'm sorry that my culinary skills aren't up to your standards Mimosa. I should have done a three course meal."
I play along.
"Yes you should. It's quite disheartening that I don't have much options. I have to eat either bacon and eggs, or eggs and bacon."
He laughs again.
"Here's your breakfast. I know it tastes just as good as it looks." He tells me as he sets down a plate of food before me.
I was very much impressed. The bacon isn't burnt like it would have been if made it.
I eagerly take a forkful. The different flavors explode in my mouth, causing me to moan a little.
"That good?" He asked as he poured me a glass of juice.
"Very, I loved the way you did it. If I made this, you wouldn't even recognize it."
He laughed before sitting opposite me with a plate in his hand. He takes a forkful before nodding.
"Do you now acknowledge that I am indeed a chef?"
I shrug slightly,
"That is what I just did."
He just laughs.
"How long have you known Cam?"
"So long that I've forgotten just how long. He was the one that convinced my parents to adopt me. From then on, we have been close till now."
I briefly wonder if Cam liked him since or it started recently.
"And you know him the most?"
He nods confidently.
"He tells me everything. If there was something he didn't tell me, he probably forgot about it. He will tell me later. I'm usually the first he tells things to, so I guess I know him the most, asides himself, I know Cam the most. Actually, I think I know him more than he knows himself." He answers with confidence.
I wash down the eggs with a bit of orange juice. But the lump in my throat doesn't go away.
"Why? Did something happen?"
"No, no reason. Just getting to know you more."
He smiles broadly.
"What do you have planned for today?" I ask quickly. Eager to change the subject before I said something I wasn't supposed to. Cam could come out of the closet himself, I wasn't going to force him out.
"Just the gym. And you. I'm staying with you today, wherever you want to go, we will go together."
I must be shooting hearts out of my eyes as I stare at him. This boy had me swooning with just his words. He didn't even know I was spiraling down, falling deeply and madly in love with him.
"Do you want to go anywhere?" He asked me.
"For now, I have no plans, I only want to make something. Practice for the day of the test, kind of."
He nods as he puts our plates in the sink.
"I'll do the dishes." I offer.
"Na, you are my guest, don't touch anything. Just stay there. I'll do everything."
I don't know if they taught him how to be smooth 101, but the guy was just free falling into my heart.
"I'll work out for a bit then come see your progress, assist you if need be. When we are done. Can we see a movie?" He asked me.
"We saw one yesterday right?"
He waved his hand dismissively.
"I have this movie theater at home, never used it because I didn't have a use for it. Will you join me? Let's see a movie together."
"You have a private theater?!"
He nods casually like it was something everyone was supposed to have.
"Will there be Pop corn?"
"Specially made by your very own chef."
I try to ignore the tingles in my belly at the word your. He probably just meant because I was teasing him, not necessarily mine.
"Okay then. See you in a few hours?"
"You need hours to work?"
"I need to fully soak myself in what I'm doing. Immensing my mind, soul, body into cartoon character creation, so I can get this done right."
He gives me a cheeky smile.
"Okay then. Do your magic. I'll be waiting for you in the gym room."
"You have a gym room?!"
Okay this man had too many things in this his one house. He didn't even give me a tour.
"Where is it?"
"The other side of the house."
I was going to miss him.
"Okay then. I'll be creating cartoon characters."
"And I'll be creating muscles." He says with a wink before jogging off.
I sigh, this man was with my heart in his hand and he had no single clue.
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