Novel & Cerita Bacon X Acorn

After taking a relaxing warm shower, I went out of the bathroom and found Ace leaning against the balcony railing, freshly showered in his white shirt and palm printed surfboard shorts. “I made pancakes” he opened his arms for me when I stepped out to the balcony. His warmth enveloping me completely as he hugged me tightly, his nose resting on the crown of my hair. I noticed that he loves smelling my hair, my neck and even my hands, so I make sure that I smell good all the time. The things this man does to me. Pancakes are the only thing he knows how to make, but I wasn’t complaining because he makes amazing pancakes. We sat on the couch and ate the breakfast he prepared over light conversat

Harper POV When the glass is empty, I set it in the sink and turn toward the stove. My stomach rumbles before I even open a cupboard, and I know Mason would yell if he found out I didn’t eat something real. So I pull out the bread, some bacon, and let the ritual begin. The sizzle of the meat in the pan is comforting, filling the kitchen with warmth and familiarity. I toast the bread, drizzle a little honey over it when it’s done, and then layer the crispy bacon on top. It’s a weird combination, but one I love. Sweet and salty, soft and crisp. Balanced.

"Sure, give me a minute to finish this. You hungry?" "Starving. Where did the bacon come from?" "There was an ice chest waiting for us on the porch. I brought it inside yesterday so it would stay cooler." Eggs and bacon were fine, but I needed healthy carbs to keep me going. "Any chance there's fruits and veggies in there?" "I think there's some papaya and a few other pieces of fruit. I didn't ask for vegetables because I can't stand 'em. I'll send a list to Mack and he can pick some up before the next drop off if you insist."

I'll make breakfast while you fix the shirt you do you . "You didn't complain last night." "I'm not complaining now." He dropped a quick kiss on her lips. "You can shred my clothes anytime." ***** Bacon sizzled in the pan, the aroma making Clint's mouth water. Nothing powered him up for the day like bacon and French toast, with loads of maple syrup. Luckily, his chef kept the ingredients on hand, because he loved a good, politically incorrect breakfast as much as he did. And he appreciate her for that. Among other things.

"Maybe you should have some, too." "Oh, I don't know... That doesn't seem very proper." The words left my mouth on autopilot, but my body betrayed me-I'd already sat down across from him. As if on cue, Jack appeared with a plate for me, ever the picture of grace. His smile said it all. He explained the bacon was his secret recipe-nowhere else could you get that flavor. The salad came from his family's private greenhouse, picked at six this morning. The juice? Every fruit chosen at peak ripeness.

Autumn was singing to the music booming from her music box as she cooked and swayed her ass. "Morning, love of my life!" "Morning, owner of my heart!" She shouted over the music. We both laughed, she still remembered our ridiculous greeting. Autumn turned down the music and the cooker. The aroma of the omelet was already making me salivate. She hummed as she dished out the eggs, bacon, and turkey. Autumn didn't eat her bacon and turkey in the morning like normal humans would. What she did was first fry them, then squash them and mix them, sauce them with fruit flavor, and then add them to the omelet. Afterward, she would take out six slices of bread, spread sweet Nutella cream on each slice,

“On second thought . . . I just love food.” “Which is which?” James asked nodding at all the different meats. “Country ham, sausage links, bacon, turkey bacon, turkey links, and some kind of weird soy stuff,” Tres said pointing each one out to him. He glanced with disgust at the soy patties before selecting a few sausage links and slices of bacon. James was about to pick up a bottle of orange juice to complete his breakfast when Tres stopped him. “Wait, wait, wait. You like smoothies right?”

I couldn't believe someone had just brought an entire mountain of food for me. In addition to the hot chocolate, there were items that I could identify, such as fried eggs, thick slices of white bread with REAL butter, sausage links, cinnamon rolls topped with frosting, bacon, and other things. Was Aric anticipating that I would finish all of this food?

Alaina POV “I’m sorry, I didn’t think when I ordered, I really don’t know what you like to eat, so I hope I got something you might like.” I slowly crawl across to the end of the bed, looking at Ash skeptically. Logically I know he isn’t Fin, I know that he wouldn’t treat me the same, but a part of me is wondering if he is going to start making the same comments once I start eating. Without answering him I walk to the tray and lift the first silver dome. There’s bacon, eggs benedict, some of those big chunky hashbrowns, sausages, and toast. The other silver dome has... I don’t know what they are...

I took a bite and said, "Wow! It's delicious. I liked how the bacon is crispy. Thank the cook for me. I love this food. It's yummy. Henry, do you have more of this?" "Yeah, there's some." "Can you please pack some for college?" "Okay." And he walked into the kitchen. While I was eating, Mr Hamilton asked, "Which year are you studying in?" "Third year." He gave a nod and continued eating his vegetable salad. Once I finished my breakfast, I started preparing for college. While I was checking the books, Henry gave me a box and said, "Here's your friend bacon and eggs. i put some steamed vegetables too. Don't forget to finish it up."