I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs. Mmm, it made my mouth water. I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen were the smell was coming from. Jacob was making a huge breakfast. Yum. How did he know I loved food? Sicick? There were bowls of blueberries, strawberries, and pancakes on the grittle, along with bacon and eggs.
His back was towards me, and he did not hear me come in. A force so unimaginably, irresitable pulled me closer to him. The other forces I could fight back, but not this one. I walked silently over to him and pushed my toes off the ground to whisper into his ear. I knew these so called "forces" made me do things I would not even think about doing. STOP YSANNE! What am I doing?!
"Good morning" I murmered in his ear. He turned around slowly- put his hand on my hips and lifted me off the ground easily, onto the granet countertop. My feet dangeled off the side of the bar. We closed in the small amount of distance between us. He kissed my neck, my forehead and my mouth. Our tongues even touched a couple of times!
"Good morning," he whispered into my neck, his soft breaths tickling me. "I missed you." He added. I giggled and squezzed him tightly breathing in his scent.
"You too." I smiled. YSANNE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU ARE BEING SUCH A FLIRT. I uncontrobably giggled kissing his warm cheek. My hair fell, covering my face. His warm hand brushed my bangs behind my ear and we kissed again. I WAS STILL IN THAT T-SHIRT! He pushed my back closer to him and lifted me up so we were like a front wards piggy-back. YSANNE STOP THIS NOW! YOUR GOING TO EMBARRESS YOUR SELF, I thought wildy. I just couldn't get the force to stop. It was a feeling I never felt, he was like addiction. Worse then craving food. Something I never experienced