When I woke the following morning, or afternoon as it were, it took me a moment to place the sounds coming from inside my apartment .My seven year old heart did a little happy dance in my chest at the thought of finding him in my kitchen.I stretched and went to investigate.
When I entered the kitchen,my bare feet thudding against the wood floor,Christian looked up and froze like he'd been caught doing something wrong."Hi," he offered, attempting to reassure me.
My features softened. "Hi."
Chirstian scanned the mixing bowls and ingredients spread across the counters, and the island covered in a dusting of flour. "Did you sleep okay?"
My eyes wandered the length of Christian's bare chest and stopped at the trail of fine hair grazing his lower stomach and disappearing under his waistband.I cleared my throat and looked down at my hands. "Mmm hmm,"I stammered.
He bit his lip to keep from chuckling. His muscular physique always got positive reviews from the opposite sex. And he was surprised to see that even after all I had been through,I still noticed him. He worked hard to keep in top physical shape, kick-boxing three times a week, lifting weights, and running the rest of the days. He glanced down at his naked chest and abs. His pants had slipped ever so slightly down on his hips, exposing his lower abdominals and the lines along his sides that formed a deep V at his hips. He tightened the drawstring doubling the knot.
Down boy. Now was not the time to get a hard on,He rarely wore anything to bed but had tugged on a pair of pajama pants last night just in case I needed anything in the middle of the night. That way he wouldn't have to fumble for his clothes in the darkness, or risk terrifying me with his naked manhood. He hadn't bothered with a shirt; he found the material too damn restrictive. He preferred the feel of his satin sheets against his bare skin — it was the one comfort he allowed himself.
"I'm making pancakes. I hope that's okay," I said I knew how to make pancakes when I was seven since my mom was never home so well necessity is the mother of invention.
A box of mix sat on the counter. "Of course that's okay. Thank you." Christian crossed the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, stepping around me and noticing how unaccustomed he was to having someone in his space, though it wasn't entirely unwelcome.
"Sorry, I didn't know how to operate that thing."I eyed the coffee maker like it had personally offended me."Come here, I'll show you." He said in a soft voice.
Once I had wiped my hands on a dish towel and sidled up next to Christian, he couldn't resist guiding me in between himself and the counter, so I was closer to the coffee maker, he must have told himself.I sucked in a breath at the contact, but didn't protest, allowing him to maneuver my body as he pleased. He demonstrated how to add fresh beans to the grinder and then how to set the beans to roast, then brew. The coffee maker was fussier than he was used to,Neither of them moved away as the coffee began to drip into the waiting carafe.
A sudden vision of lifting my hair off the back of my neck and leaning in to plant a kiss on my soft skin danced through his mind. He was just inches from pressing into me, grinding his hips into my ass.I felt his cock stir and knew our lesson was over."Let's eat," he grumbled.I had stood in stunned silence as he stalked from the kitchen. He grabbed a T-shirt and threw it on before sitting down at the breakfast bar.I slid a stack of pancakes in front of him."Thanks." He cast a quick glance up at me probably thinking why he wants to kiss me since I am only a child,what he didn't know was that I was in love with him even always been and probably will always be.