35. A cheeky omelet
There is nothing like Mitch’s hugs - caring, warm and full of love. I could keep on being embraced by him forever, but as usual my always hungry stomach keeps us from doing that.
“You could just have told me that you didn’t want to cuddle anymore,” Mitch laughs as my stomach rumble. My face becomes red almost instantly.
“I do want to - I’m just always hungry. You should know that by now.” I laugh at him. We get up and walk to the kitchen. When we get there he lifts me up and places me down on the kitchen counter.
“What can I make for you biggums?” he smiles placing on hand on each side of my legs and leans in to kiss me. I pull him tighter by placing my hands around his neck. He takes every chance he gets to kiss me, but I’m definitely not complaining. There is just one problem - almost every time we aren’t in his room we get caught. This time was no exception and only a moment later Quentin walks in. We don’t hear him until he clears his throat and Mitch quickly pulls away.
“Why is it that you two always kiss in the kitchen?” Quentin asks and I look away in embarrassment - waiting for Mitch to answer.
“I guess it’s just nice here,” he says and then leans over to and asks me the same question as he did before we started making out.
“I could really use an omelet biggums.” He starts finding eggs, red pepper, ham and cheese and it doesn’t take long before a steaming plate of food is placed next to me. I jump down from the counter and take my plate in one hand and Mitch’s in my other. We sit down in the dining room - Mitch across from me. I grab my fork and start eating. The omelet is delicious, Mitch can really cook - he just became even more amazing. Especially for me, I practically eat my own bodyweight in food every day. I push some more omelet onto the fork and motion it in Mitch’s direction. He opens his mouth and I feed it to him. He looks like a little bird and I can’t hold in my laughter.
“What are you laughing at?” he asks - his voice an octave higher than usual, either from being annoyed or trying not to laugh as well.
“You obviously. You look pretty stupid like that.”
“Give me that fork then and let me feed it to you and see if you look stupid.” I did as he told me and we both ended up laughing even more.
She is pretty licking the fork in a very sexual way and I know she does it to tease me. She has a way more dirty mind than she has let me know before. It’s nice to know that I’m not the only one with dirty thoughts in my head. After we finish the omelet we sit down on the sofa, watching some television for a while. Karoline gets up to go to the bathroom and comes back again a couple of minutes later. Nothing special there - it’s what she whispers in my ear that makes my heart beat faster sending more blood to one specific body part. You know what I’m talking about. She sits on my lap to cover it up seeing that some of the other guys are in the room as well.
“Wanna go do something new?” I whisper in her ear, but to my surprise she shakes her head and keeps on looking at the screen in front of her. I begin to sweat, but there is nothing I can do about it.
We watch the entirety of two episodes of friends before she moves - taking my hand and leading me upstairs. There is nothing else I want in this moment than her. Her touch, her scent, her kisses and her love and I am ready to give all of that to her as well. I love her, I want her and there is nothing that can change that.