Kiara’s P.O.V
"Don't burn my f*****g eggs!" She screamed from the darkness of my room.
Rolling my eyes, I flipped over the perfectly crisp egg, careful of the splatters of hot oil splashing up at me. "I wont! And language!" I chided, glancing over at Stasia.
Fortunately she was happily watching Peppa Pig and eating her grapes. "Sorry." She murmured padding into the room. Her starkly deep brown skin was illuminating against the green of her hair.
"What? Have I got something on my clothes."
Smiling, I shook my head. "No, you're just gorgeous."
"Aw, thanks babe." Pecking my cheek, she grabbed the plate that I had rest her egg on and carried it over to the table. I disbursed up making my own, before shoving everything into the dishwasher.
"So, what's on the agenda for today?"
"A run
