“Shh,” I whisper. “Okay, I’ming.”


    I  walk  downstairs  to  feed  our  annoying  housemate  and  flick  the  coffee  machine  on.  I  should  make


    breakfast today. star has been waiting on me hand and foot. I feed Fraidy his biscuits and open the


    fridge to check out the choices. Hmm, my eyes scan through the ingredients. I pull out the drawer in the


    bottom of the fridge. Oh, good, bacon, mushrooms and eggs. Does he have any shallots? My eyes scan up


    and down. Nope. Hmm, I continue to search for a Spanish onion. I scratch my head as I think and look


    around the huge kitchen.


    He  must  keep  them  in  the  cupboards.  I  open  and  close  all  of  the  cupboards.  Each  one  filled  with


    expensive crockery and utensils. He has the best of everything in here. Everything is top notch. star


    O’shea you have expensive damn taste.


    I finally locate an onion and set about making my Spanish Omelet. The house is quite dark. I look


    around, realizing I need to let some light in. Opening the kitchen and dining room blinds, I then walk out


    into the lounge area and pull back the expensive drapes, flicking the lights on, too. That’s better. I am on


    my way back into the kitchen when I notice the door down into the cer. I frown. For some reason this


    doorway interests me and I turn the nob.


    Locked. Surprise. But why is it always locked? My mind goes back to that dreadful day when I made


    a fool of myself. star locked it before he left as if he didn’t want me to see inside. What does he keep


    in there that is so damn private? I put my ear up to the door to see if I can hear anything, I pull back and


    smile. What are you going to hear down there, idiot?


    I walk back into the kitchen and make myself a coffee and start my chopping duties. I feel him before I


    see him. Large loving hands slink around my waist from behind and his lips fall on my neck.


    “Good morning, gorgeous,” he whispers against my face.


    I smile broadly. “Good morning, Twinkle.”


    “What’s cooking?” he mumbles.


    I turn and face him. That ent is so fucking hot. “Spanish Omelet.”


    He winks. “A personal favourite.”


    I kiss him gently on the lips. “Mine, too.” I turn back to the coffee machine. “How do you like your


    coffee?” I ask. I need to learn this shit. I don’t even know how he takes his coffee.


    His mischievous eyes hold mine. “ck and strong.”


    “Oh.” I turn back to the coffee machine. I’ve never made a strong ck coffee before. Wonder how


    you do that? I stand for a moment and read all of the buttons. I feel star’s arms go around me again


    from behind. “Do you know how to make that?” He smirks.


    “Of course I do.” Shit, I have no fucking idea.


    “Here.” Hees around and takes over. “This one here.” He points to a button. “Push it twice, and


    then when ites down just add a little cold water.” He moves to the tap and puts a little cold water


    into his cup. “Or else you will burn my lips.”


    I smirk as I watch him take a sip of his foul tasting coffee. How does he drink it like that? This poorUpstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g


    bastard has no idea what he is getting himself into here. I can’t even make fucking ck coffee. He takes a


    seat at the counter and I serve up our breakfast.


    “Thank you.” He smiles as I pass it over.


    I smile proudly. I can’t cook for shit, but I know I make a mean breakfast. I sit next to him at the bench


    and take arge mouthful.


    He notices a key on the bench and he slides it over to me. “I got you a key cut yesterday.”


    I frown around my full mouth. “Why?” I continue to chew.


    “Well, you need a key to your own house.”


    I swallow my food whole. “Twinkle.” I hesitate, I don’t want this toe out the wrong way and


    sound ungrateful. “I can’t move in here permanently.”


    He puts his knife and fork down with a ng. “Why not?’


    I shake my head. God, this man is all or nothing. “Because it’s a damn hex on our rtionship, me


    moving in with you when we don’t even know each other properly yet.”


    He frowns, horrified. “We know each other.”


    “star…” I sigh.


    He smiles sexily and cups my face in his hand. “I don’t want to be away from you for a moment.” He


    lips gently dust over mine. Who am I kidding? I don’t want to be anywhere else, either. I pull back from


    his kiss.


    “I will stay with you for a little while to see how it goes. A couple of weeks, maybe.” His eyes hold


    mine.


    “And I would like to pay rent, please.”


    He frowns. “No.”