Where’s My Avocado…..

In walked Precious, sporting an ash-colored T-shirt she'd creatively tied at the side to accommodate its oversized fit. It was evident that she had chosen not to wear a bra this morning, as the shirt allowed her natural form to peek through, her pert nipples accentuating her carefree charm. Paired with the loose-fitting cotton boxers, the baggy attire did little to hide her enticing curves, and every step she took seemed to dance with the rhythm of temptation. I couldn't help but admire her graceful approach to the kitchen counter, where I had already prepared breakfast.

"Good morning, sleepy head," I greeted playfully, appreciating the sight before me.

Her response was a roll of the eyes, leaning against the kitchen table counter with her palms. "I'm not a sleepy head," she retorted, her voice carrying a hint of defiance.

I chuckled at her response, recognizing her playful spirit. "Hey, it was a joke," I reassured her. "It's actually quite impressive that you're awake right now."

She reached for my cup of coffee, curious to explore its aromatic scent. "Ugh, coffee?" she expressed her disapproval.

"Hey, that's mine," I teased, playfully stealing the cup of coffee from her hand. In exchange, I handed her a water bottle filled with warm water, along with a sprinkle of peppermint tea I had prepared earlier.

She accepted, sniffed its contents, before she began to consume the content of the water bottle. My intention was to ensure she stayed hydrated, considering she had likely experienced dehydration after a night of drinking.

"Why are you drinking coffee? You know it'll dehydrate you more, right?" she inquired, her concern genuine.

I nodded, acknowledging the dilemma. "Yes, you're right. Coffee can contribute to dehydration due to its caffeine content. But it's just the smell of coffee on a Saturday morning that I love," I admitted with a grin, savoring the aroma and taking a sip. "I won't consume too much. Besides, I've got this," I continued, lifting my own water bottle, which contained the peppermint tea remedy.

She responded with an eye roll and then shifted her gaze to the plate of avocado toast. "It's just a single plate. Where's my avocado toast?"

"This is yours," I replied, making a space for her at the kitchen counter.

"So you had your breakfast without waiting for me," she grumbled.

Voicing out her disappointment about me having breakfast without her.

I approached her with an inquisitive look and asked, "Is that a problem?" I asked, my gaze piercing into her brown eyes.

Our gazes locked, and she froze for a moment, not expecting me to step so close into her personal space. I was determined to put her at ease.

"Hold on, I'm going to lift you up to sit on this counter to have breakfast," I said. Before she could object, my slender hands skillfully reached for her hips and I gently lifted her up, her backside landing softly on the part of the kitchen counter I had cleaned. Her face was ridden with shock; it was obvious she never expected such a move.The surprise in her expression was unmistakable, and she couldn't help but blush.

"Hey, relax your tense muscles, and don't look so surprised," I said, lightly tapping her hip with my right hand while I then retreated my other hand to grab her plate of avocado to the left situating it on her thighs.. "I carried you in from the car last night too when you slept off."

Her shocked expression shifted to a blushed one, and she grabbed a piece of avocado toast from the plate on her thighs. As she chewed, she asked, "What else happened last night? Wh… where did you sleep?"

"In your arms," I responded deftly. "When I laid you in bed, you didn't want to let me go, so I just fell asleep in your arms. I was pretty tired."

Her eyes lit up, the red blush of her cheeks returning. The hand taking the piece of toast towards her lips stopped halfway. I tried to stifle my laughter, but her face was just too amusing.

"Calm down, that was a lie," I finally revealed, humor dancing in my eyes. "I slept in another room, you had enough space to roll around in bed."

Her face creased with a disappointed look, and she slapped my hand away from her hip. "Gosh, you're so silly," she retorted, playfully throwing a piece of toast into her mouth. The morning was alive with romance, and we continued our delightful breakfast, enjoying every moment together.

"But, I did hear the premium edition of you teaching your cat how to do the cha-cha dance," I added.

Her face brightened up with a blush smile once more probably flashing back to the event as she ate piece after piece of the sliced avocado toast on the kitchen counter. I reached out and took a piece of her toast and threw it in my mouth. She had tried to slap my hand away again, but she was too slow. She objected with a frown,

"Hey, you already had yours."

"Why did you think I brought you to my parents?" I inquired, chewing on the toast.

She let out soft sigh,

"Well, it was a bit fuzzy," she started. "When I woke up, I could guess I was in your room. I did recall offering to drop you off at your parents' house, so I kinda panicked. Morning jitters," she said, dropping the empty plate to the side as she chewed on the last piece.

My heart swelled with warmth as Precious finished her breakfast, it was a sign I actually did a good job on it. She looked at me with a grateful expression, a twinkle in her eyes that hinted at something deeper. "Daniel," she began, "I just want to say thank you for taking care of me last night and this morning. Most guys would have taken advantage of a lady in that position, but you didn't. Her voice, now laced with a hint of flirtatiousness, danced through the air as she spoke, "You're actually a nice guy, a charming ... nice... guy." Her words lingered, each syllable carrying an alluring weight, and her gaze turned seductive as if the air around us had suddenly grown warmer. The way she emphasized "charming" made it clear that this was more than just a compliment; it was an invitation, an unspoken promise of something beyond mere words. It was a subtle, yet irresistible, declaration of her attraction, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

"Really, am i?" As I spoke, I moved closer to her, standing between her thighs. Our proximity created an electric charge in the air, and the room seemed to shrink in size. Our eyes met, and in that instant, it felt like the entire universe had conspired to create this shared moment. I could sense her unspoken desires, and she, in turn, seemed to understand the yearning in my gaze. In that moment, her candidness ignited a profound appreciation within me. As I gently cupped her cheek, my thumb delicately pushed aside a stray strand of hair that had dared to obstruct my view. My fingers caressed her skin, trailing a path of affection and attraction along the contours of her cheek. It was a subtle, intimate gesture, one that resonated with the unspoken language of desire, creating an unbreakable connection, "I'm just glad I could be there for you. Last night was fun, and you made my weekend special." It was a dance of emotions, a seductive tango where every move held a promise of something more.