Table For Two

"I like to eat breakfast food at night," Elliot says after a while, when the pancakes are ready. He starts getting eggs and bacon out of the fridge and I literally start shaking with excitement when I think about eating all that, "So that's what I'm making, I hope you like it because I forgot to ask your opinion and now it's too late."

"Yes, I like it," I reply, hopping down to get off the island. I stand next to him and touch his big, luscious arm to get his attention. Once he turns down to look at me, I give him another big smile, "Can I have the strawberry ice cream to make a milkshake?"

"Yeah, that’s good," he says and resumes what he was doing as if he hadn't just made my day. I pull out everything I need.

Elliot finishes making our breakfast dinner and starts taking everything to a table while I finish pouring our milkshakes into two large glasses. My stomach hasn't stopped growling since I smelled the bacon and when I'm finally able to sit down in front of the huge amount of f