“Wake up, bella.”
bellaWarm hands ran up my thighs, and soft lips caressed my skin. EJ came over to my place late, and we had dinner and fell asleep right after. I was too exhausted from work to stay awake long enough to watch a movie.
I slowly opened my eyes and turned onto my back. “Morning,” I mumbled groggily.
“I made you breakfast.”
I smiled at his accomplishment. Usually, my mother or Adelina cooked at their home when he was growing up. “When did you start cooking?”
EJ placed a hand on his chest in mock hurt. “I had a great teacher. Her name is Marilyn.”
“My mother taught you to cook? When?” I lifted my hand to cup my head against the headboard.
“Years ago, while you were at college.”
“What can you cook?”
“Simple things. But I made you breakfast, and we need to talk.”
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