John Deacon Cheese On Toast Novels & Stories

EMMA I was busy for the rest of the morning, and I didn't stop for lunch until it was nearly two o'clock. I'd just settled at the table in the staff lounge with a veggie wrap and chips when Deacon came in. "Hey." He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. "That smells good. What're you eating?" I lifted my wrap. "Homemade roasted vegetables-broccoli, asparagus, peppers and turnips-with a vegan garlic aioli. It's amazing."

"You mean other than what color peaches and starfruit should be, how much is a good quantity of aduki beans, or when havarti cheese is best?" Declan grinned and nodded. "You came to observe me. Learn anything?" "You can run a damn good bargain about foods. Also you pause when you think people don't take you seriously." Declan grinned. "I do. I know that. Were you surprised?" "No." "Did anything surprise you?" "Not terribly. It is nice to see you can keep hold of a pleasant temperament, though, despite circumstances."

I ruffled his hair, "Good morning big man..." Mac said, giving a high fi to my son, I was about to go to bring Alex's breakfast, but the head chef brought the breakfast trolley out. "Ohhh cheesy toast!" Alex screamed in enthusiasm seeing his favorite cheese toast, Seeing Alex's beautiful smile, my gaze stuck on him, "What are you looking at?" Mac asked, I sighed, and picked up the cup of my coffee, "Why Aaron isn't like Alex?"

Jackie and Andrea woke up the day after her birthday, hungover, sore, and surprisingly happy. After dragging herself out of bed, Jackie made Andrea her favorite hangover breakfast: a delicious buttered piece of toast topped with over-easy eggs, crispy bacon, melted cheese, and a slice of avocado. The smell of bacon could always coax Andrea out of the deepest sleep.

Rose I put a few slices of bacon on my plate and took some toast with jam and a bottle of juice, putting them on my tray under the watchful eye of Christian who was serving himself next to me. " Are you going to have bacon with toast and jam? " he asked. " What's the problem? It's not like I put jelly on the bacon," I shrugged, picking up some kind of sizable loaf of bread. “What is it?” " Blueberry bear paw," he explained, taking one for himself as well, "it's a sweet bread stuffed with... blueberries.”

I listened to the sounds of cabinets opening and closing, the sizzle of something hitting a hot pan, and soon the smell of bacon started to fill the air, followed by eggs and toast. When he emerged a few minutes later, he was carrying two plates loaded with food. Scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, sausages, and buttered toast. He set one in front of me along with a glass of orange juice, then took the seat across from me with his own plate and a protein shake. “Eat,” he commanded. “Jace,” I sighed, “I’m really not hungry—” “I don’t care.” He picked up a piece of bacon and bit into it. “You’re eating anyway.”

He murmured seductively. Deen chuckled and Jeff left her for a moment to go to the bathroom. When Jeff came back his hair was wet and he looked fresh. Deen had already sipped her coffee and tasted a little omelette that was incredibly delicious. "Like it?" Jeff asked softly. He sat across from Deen at the dining table then took a sip of his coffee which was still steaming hot. Deen nodded her head, “I've never eaten such a delicious omelette. Your omelette is delicious." Deen muttered with a smile.

“Tell him, and then he’ll come here to see what all the fuss is about and I’ll get a second one. Boom. Best idea ever. Maybe I should tell him.” Grant shoved the sandwich in his mouth and took another bite, his eyes fluttering closed as he did. “How’s the original?” Dante asked. It was a boring-sounding name, but according to the menu there was nothing boring about the sandwich. It had a few types of cheese, some bacon, and something else. It was amazing though. But really, how could you go wrong with both cheese and bacon? “I could eat this every meal and not be sad about it.” Aspen’s sandwich was half gone, showing he meant it.