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Brunch
I wake up to the smell of pancakes. Even though we both work for a job that has you getting up at all hours, on days off or on days we go to work in the afternoon or even in the morning, I can never beat Sam. He is always up before me. I stretch and settle back unto the bed, musing. We don't have work today unless we're called in for something major, so we're going to finish painting the kitchen and hopefully start on the bathroom, but who knows. Grabbing a pair of boxers, I pull them on and clatter down the stairs.
"About time you got up. It's past noon." Sam, the love of my life, tosses over his shoulder at me as I enter the kitchen, the one we're in the midst of painting. Two walls are white, the other two a soft, pale green. I pause in the doorway for a moment, just to study him. Slightly below average height, with his spiky, blond hair making him average height, stunning dark blue eyes that make you feel as though he knows all your secrets. Well built and definitely muscular, though not overly so. Today he is wearing loose, low slung jeans and a skin-tight black T.
"Brunch is pancakes, bacon, and fresh fruit with hot coffee, just the way you like it. I've already eaten, so this is all for you." he sets out a plate, utensils, and food on the table. He glances up at me, a smile playing on his lips," you're cute when you sleep though."
I glare up at him as I sit down to eat. He settles into a chair beside me, flipping through the newspaper. I enjoy the food but I would prefer something, or someone, else. I finish and push my plate away with a sigh of content. Sam glances up at me," I take it you enjoyed brunch?"
"Oh, most definitely. I want desert now," I lean forward, capturing his lips with mine.
"I'm not done with my paper!"
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