Page 177 of I Never Stopped Loving You

“Listen, if I can handle cooking ground sausage, then you can handle scrambling some eggs.”

“But can you cook sausage, besides those microwave links we had?” she asks curiously.

“We’re about to find out,” I say, absolutely dead-fucking-seriously too, and she bursts out laughing.

“We could’ve ordered food.”

“But I still have all these groceries from the other morning.”

Her body slightly tenses but only for a second before she releases me and walks over to the fridge. She pulls out a big bowl of fruit that Jenna or Jeremy must have cut up earlier.

“What movie did you pick out for us?” I ask as she starts opening cabinets looking for something.

“What do you think about a horror movie?”

“Did you see my collection? That’s the only thing I own,” I laugh as I continue moving the crumbled sausage around in the pan.

I’m only about eighty-five percent sure of what I’m doing right now, but I figure as long as it isn’t pink, it should be good…Right?

“Do you like Saw?” she asks as she stretches up on her tiptoes and tries to grab a bowl.

I stand there for a moment watching my shirt she’s wearing ride up her perfect thighs to reveal just the slightest bit of that plump ass of hers that I want to sink my teeth into.

“Noah. Eyes up here,” she teases, and I can’t help myself.

I spin her and press her against the counter before cupping her face and bringing my lips to hers. She lets out a soft moan as I roll my hips against her showing her just how much she affects me.

“We could always skip the movie and just go have breakfast in bed,” I groan against her lips.

“If we do that, then we won’t eat.”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes me.

“Oh, Little Rabbit, I will definitely be eating.”

She moans against my lips as I continue to kiss her.

“No,” she whimpers when my hand slides up under her shirt to roll her nipple between my fingers.

“No, what?”

“We need to eat.”

“Ugh,” I groan as I rest my forehead against hers. “Fine,” I huff, causing her to let out a small laugh.

“Food and movie first, then we can go to bed.”

She’s right. We’ve barely slept today. I told her we would sleep after the bath, but then her stomach growled and I knew she needed to eat. She didn’t get to eat much during breakfast because she was telling Jenna about her past.

“Okay. What’s the shortest movie you want to watch?”

I’m practically pouting as I turn my attention back to cooking our dinner.

“Uhh…Titanic?” she laughs.

“Woman, that is not short. I specifically remember my parents owning the dual VHS set of that movie. If it was on two VHS tapes, it doesn’t even slightly qualify as short.”

“Okay, fine. How about we just watch an episode of a show while we eat? What’s your favorite sitcom?”