The next morning I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. My stomach grumbled in appreciation . I got up and stumbled to the bathroom, feeling sore in places that I had forgotten could even feel sore. I quickly brushed my hair, threw on my robe and slippers, and made my way into the kitchen. Enzo was standing there wearing my frilly pink apron when I walked in.
“Good morning, sunshine. How’d you sleep?”
“Like a dream. I haven’t slept that good in a while. I’m surprised you’re still here.”
“Why’s that?” Enzo fixed a plate with eggs, bacon, grits and a cinnamon roll and sat it in front of me along with a glass of orange juice.
“You don’t really strike me as the type to hang around after a one-night stand.”
“Is that what this was?” I squirmed in my seat as he licked icing off of his fin
