Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 145634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
The only other person in the house is Ma. I’m used to making the two of us breakfast, although lately she hasn’t had much of an appetite. The thought makes me feel uneasy as I make my way down the stairs.
Ma’s room is much closer to the kitchen than the upstairs bedrooms; I’m sure she’ll hear me as soon as I start cooking. I get the pans out, making as little noise as possible. Heating up the first skillet, I grab butter and eggs and get to work. It’s not long until I hear a noise behind me, before I can even get the first plate ready.
I turn to look over my shoulder as I crack another egg on the side of the pan.
I thought Emma was beautiful in her sleep, but the way her hair is gently mussed, making her look well-fucked, combined with the sleepy look still in her eyes... she’s more radiant now than I’ve ever seen her.
I could wake up to her every morning. “Do you eat?” I ask her.
She huffs a small laugh, tucking her hair behind her ears as she leans against the wall to the doorway and finally looks up at me. “Yeah, I eat.” There’s a small smile to her lips that makes my chest swell with pride.
I give her a cocky smirk as I say, “I thought you might.”
I turn my back to her, getting back to the eggs and flipping them. “You want to grab the bacon out of the fridge, Sweetheart?”
I hear the soft pad of her feet as she walks behind me on the tiled kitchen floor. I can’t get over this feeling that she’s going to leave me. That I’m not good enough, and I need to work harder to keep her. I don’t know how to make it go away.
“Are you going to cook for me?” Emma asks with a hint of humor. I turn to see Emma close the fridge door by pushing it with her hip.
“I like to cook.” I shrug as I answer her. It’s true. It’s always been a hobby of mine. Ma says she used to watch the cooking channel when she was pregnant with me. She couldn’t get enough of those shows. She thought I was meant to be a chef. I don’t know about all that, but I fucking love food. Who doesn’t?
“Well, I could definitely get used to that,” Emma says as she puts the package of bacon on the counter. She stands there next to me for a moment without saying or doing anything, just looking at me. I can tell she’s a little uncomfortable, wondering where all this is going.
“Could you now?” I ask her playfully, trying to put her at ease. She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers, a soft smile on her lips.
“It depends on what you want in return.” Her voice is breathy and flirtatious, making my dick stir in my pants. I have to readjust myself and ignore the pan to turn and face her. Damn, the things she does to me. There’s just something about a good girl being bad for me that makes me want to move the world for her. But I don’t have time to respond. Instead a noise behind us distracts both of us. It’s Ma.
She stands in the doorway for a moment, still in her pajamas. They’re made of a thin fabric, just pants and a long-sleeve grey shirt. They make her look more frail, hanging so loosely from her body. I look between the two women, feeling nervous all of a sudden. I don’t know how they’re going to react to each other. Ma moved in a few months ago, and she’s never seen me with a woman. Not that I haven’t been with them, I’ve just never brought them home before. Emma’s different though. It’s best to just get this shit out of the way.
“Ma, this is Emma.” I turn back to the pan and talk with my back to both of them. “We didn’t mean to wake you.” I’m sure she was already up anyway. But I’m trying to keep the conversation light.
“Emma?” Ma says her name as if she knows who she is already. As if she’s trying to place her in her memory. But they never met before back when we were a secret. I never introduced Emma to anyone.
“Hi.” Emma’s sweet voice comes out soft. She shifts a little before walking to the island and nervously taking a seat. She seems so shy as I glance over my shoulder to take her in. It reminds me of the first day I met her. Always quiet, that pureness about her shining through.
“Oh yes, I remember you.” Ma looks at Emma with a small smile on her face. The look in her eyes is one I haven’t seen in a very long time. Like she’s up to something. “Derek used to give you a ride to school.”