She didn’t fancy herself much of a cook. Growing up, it’d been the basics: ramen noodles, mac and cheese...scrambled eggs, which she was currently stirring in the small pan atop the stove. Two slices of bread sat in the toaster, a pot of coffee brewing next to it. A full breakfast. Marley was quite impressed with herself, if she had to say so, a content smile on her lips as she bobbed her head to the soft music playing from the radio. She was doing her best to keep quiet, as not to disturb the half-naked man still tangled in her sheets (his t-shirt adorning her body), sleeping peacefully, but whether it was the the sound (or smell) of breakfast being cooked, or Marley’s humming that awoke him, she couldn’t say for sure, only aware of a shift of his body from the corner of her eye. A look in his direction met her eyes with his own, her smile tugging into a wider grin at the sight. Suddenly, the eggs were forgotten in favor of padding the few feet to him, kneeling on the edge of the bed. “Well, good mornin’, sleepin’ beauty.” Marley teased.
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