365 Ficlets - Day #274 ~ "Wake Up Call"

It was the smell of bacon that woke me up. The sun was streaming in through the window and there was a soft breeze blowing across the room, but it was the smell coming from the kitchen that actually roused me. I pulled the blanket around my waist like a sarong and padded down the hall into the kitchen, following the smells that were now not just bacon, but also fresh coffee and toast.

Laura was standing by the cooker, apparently wearing nothing but my shirt from the night before, tending to the frying pan. I leant against the doorframe and let my eyes linger on the back of her neck, enjoying the line of it curving into her shoulder, remembering running my fingers along it.

“Don’t just stand in the doorway, sit at the table. I bought a paper, if you like, and there’s juice and fruit out. This will be ready in a couple of minutes.”

I did as I was told; I’ll be honest it felt good that she wanted to cook for me, to look after me. I know some men would be freaked out, after only two weeks, but it felt right to me.