When In Rome
Chapter 6
Adam slowly woke up as sunlight streamed in the window. He opened his eyes, blinking in the bright light. He looked at Fiona, who was lying in his arms next to him. He kissed her shoulder softly, then moved to her neck and her cheek before she stirred and turned to look at him.
"Morning," she said.
"Good morning." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Did you sleep well?"
"Very well," she told him. "Why so formal though, Mr. Torres?"
He frowned. "I didn't realize I was…"
She laughed and kissed him, silencing him. "How did you sleep?"
"Good," he replied simply.
She raised her eyebrows. "Just good?"
"I just wish last night never ended."
She ran her fingers through his hair. She'd seen him with bead head several times, but always thought he looked adorable with his hair up at strange angles. "There's gonna be plenty more nights like it," she promised.
He smiled and kissed her. His hand slowly traveled from her hair to her stomach before there was a knock on the door.
"Who…"
"Room service," she told him. "I ordered it last night."
He looked confused. He was certain she'd never left the bed the previous night. "When?"
"Before I came home," she told him with a slight blush. Smiling when his eyebrows shot up. "I knew we'd need to keep our energy up." She sat up, the sheets falling down around her waist, and picked up his boxers and hoodie from the floor, slipping them both on.
He sighed as she zipped the hoodie and left the bed to answer the door, wishing they could have just stayed in bed all day as they were, but she looked adorable wearing his clothes. She quickly retrieved the tray and carried it over to the bed.
"Breakfast in bed," she announced as she sat next to him.
"Frittatas." He smiled as he looked at the food. His mouth was already watering. Fiona was right, he was hungry.
She laughed. "Your mom's gonna kill me when you get back home. You won't want huevos rancheros anymore. You'll want all frittatas all the time"
He took a bite of the frittata and shook his head. "Frittata's good. But it's not huevos rancheros."
"Really?" She smiled as she picked up a piece of biscotti and dipped it in a bowl of chocolate. "Try this," she said, holding the bread toward him.
He took a bite of it and nodded. "It's alright."
"Just alright?"
"Well, you feeding me definitely helps."
She smiled and picked up a fork-full of eggs, holding them out to him.
He smiled as well as he ate the eggs. "At this moment, frittata beats huevos rancheros." He held a fork of eggs out to her as well, which she quickly ate.
"Yep," she agreed. "Definitely the best frittata I've ever had."
To be continued…
AN: sorry this chapter's so short, but I just wanted to throw in a fluffy little fill chapter. Next chapter will be longer. Hopefully.
funny story: right after I posted the last chapter, I went on Twitter and the last Fiona tweet was about the frittata she'd had for breakfast. It was a sign, so I had to bring it back for this chapter.