He insists on cooking me breakfast and wins the battle using an unorthodox method of persuasion – kissing me breathless so that I can barely think, let alone argue with him.
As I watch him move around my kitchen with surprising ease, I marvel again at how everything with Edward so far seems to be just that: surprisingly easy.
Sipping my coffee, I scratch Odin behind his ears, my eyes focused on Edward – in nothing but his briefs and a t-shirt – as he plates scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and fried tomatoes.
When he's seated, he looks up and says, "Thank you."
Monday, February 14, 2011
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Edward cooking half naked...nice deal there Jasper.
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