Page 2 of The Noisemaker

Dropping my towel low to expose my breasts, I cocked my head to the side. “Just like your omelette will be.”

His deep chuckle warmed me as he approached me. “Don’t be like that.” He encircled my waist and pulled me close. “I’ll be back in less than an hour.”

Grinning up at him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled against him. “You know we don’t play about food. Your omelette will be hot, cheesy perfection, just like you like it.”

“That’s my girl.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead, my nose, and then my lips. “Now what about the other thing you were going to do?”

“Oh? You mean the head?”

He waggled his eyebrows. “Yes.”

I shook my head and frowned. “Nah, the dick sucking window has closed.”

Amused and trying not to smile, he grabbed my ass and pulled my toweled body into him firmly. “When will the window open back up?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Laughing, he playfully pushed me out of his arms and grabbed the pair of sweatpants from the bench in front of our bed. “I’m going to be late fooling around with you.”

“You could’ve been late because you had your world rocked, but you declined.” I shrugged. “Let’s not carry that poor decision making into the new year.”

He pulled on a white t-shirt and when his head burst through the neck, he had the biggest smile on his face. “I love you.”

“Good. Because I love you.”

“Oh, and the groceries you ordered were delivered right when you got in the shower.”

“Yes!” I squealed, doing a little dance.

Drying off, we continued teasing each other until he ran out the door ten minutes later. I caught a glimpse of myself still grinning long after he’d gone. That was often the case. Being with him was effortless because we got along so well, and we were so compatible. But we put forth lots of effort because we believed we were worth it.

We were good together.

We had fun together.

We built each other up.

My relationship with Desmond was easily the best relationship I’d ever been in.

It was sexy and silly. It was meaningful and magical. But most importantly, it was healthy.

I slipped into a cute pair of silky pajamas with the matching robe my sister got me for Christmas a week prior. Starting a mix of R&B hits, I danced my way into the kitchen and pulled out the ingredients for our breakfast. I sang my heart out as I set the table and put the directions I’d printed on the table.

Before I started cooking, I pulled out the bags that were delivered and pulled the items out. My excitement built with each ingredient that I put away.

“This is going to be fun,” I whispered to myself as I placed everything I needed for lunch on the counter.

Next, I started on breakfast. I chopped pineapples and filled a small bowl. Before long, the menu of fluffy blueberry pancakes, crispy bacon, creamy yogurt, and fresh fruit were on the table. Finally, I prepared for lunch. I took out the necessary pots and after a thorough cleaning, I added black-eyed peas to one and collard greens to the other.

“I’m home,” Desmond called out.

“Hey!” I covered the pots and grabbed the pan I’d put to the side. “Breakfast will be ready in five minutes,” I responded to him as I poured the beaten eggs mixture into the pan and began his omelette.

“Okay, I’ll be right down.”

I heard his heavy footfalls as he ran up and then back down the steps. He’d removed his hoodie when he walked into the kitchen. “It smells good in here.”

I glanced over my shoulder. “Thank you. And it’s almost ready, too.”

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