“I can get used to this,” Kelly stretched lazily in the bed as her raven-haired gray-eyed lover brought over a tray with her breakfast on it.
“You could have this everyday if you agree to move in with me,” was Andreas’ only reply.
“I can’t,” she pouted, “Not yet. My dad would have a fit. I will when the school year is over for sure. For now, spending every weekend with you will have to do.”
“I was not complaining,” Andreas retorted, a smile stretching his lips, as he deposited the tray on the bed beside Kelly.
“Why won’t you have anything?” She grimaced in thought.
“I told you already I’m not a breakfast person.”
“Yeah, right.”
Kelly dug in, loving the pancakes with orange jam. Her boyfriend knew how to cook, that was for sure. And she enjoyed it. It had been a month since she turne
