A Friendly Reminder
DANI
The next morning I wake up to the strangest smell. The smell of actual appetizing food.
I walk downstairs in a silky pink robe and panties, letting my nose lead the way. I don’t even think to brush out my unruly hair before making an appearance. Groggy, irate from another restless night, I slump my schleppy-looking ass down the stairs, sleepy eyes and all.
When I hit the bottom step, I feel instantly awake. He is so impossible to miss, and I’ve finally found the wake-up call I need. Bishop in low-hanging sweatpants, a thin white tank and, from the looks of it, nothing else.
He barely glances up as I enter the kitchen, his attention fully focused on some sort of omelet-bread-toast combination that he flips skillfully with his spatula, seasoning with one hand an
