PERCIE
I groaned when my alarm went off. I got up from bed lazily, rubbed my eyes, and walked outside my room. I led my way to the kitchen, halted when someone yelped. My sleepiness was gone in an instant.
I curse under my breath.
Hailey’s wide eyes met mine. Her lips slightly parted.
It slipped off my mind that I wasn’t alone anymore. We both stared at each other for a few seconds.
I blinked twice. Shit! I just remembered that I was only wearing boxers, and she didn’t have to know when a guy just got up from bed, someone, or rather something, woke up as well.
”Sorry.” I ran back to my room. I looked down at my half-naked body.
Fuck.
I grabbed a shirt and sweatpants and put them on quickly. I walked into my bathroom, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and rinsed my face again. I sniffed my underarm.
Why am I doing these? Did I just ask myself in the mirror? Before Hailey lived with me, I didn’t even care how I looked and how I smelled.
I groaned.
When I came back, she was flipping a pancake. The first thing that came in the morning was my caffeine, and the coffeemaker was already brewing. Well, I could get used to this scenario every day.
“Good morning, Hailey. Sorry about earlier. I forgot I have a new roommate.”
She smiled shyly. “Morning. It’s okay. I also woke up this morning disoriented.” She continued pouring another batter into the pan.
“Can I help you with that?”
“No. I’m alright. I hope you don’t mind me using your coffeemaker. I made for both of us.” She moved away from the stove, grabbed my mug, poured coffee, and placed it down on the island.
The smell of coffee made my stomach growl. “I don’t mind at all. I already told you this is your apartment too.”
I slid into the stool and grabbed my coffee. I put a spoonful of sugar, stirred, and sipped it.
“Sorry. I don’t know how do you like your coffee.” She put stacks of pancakes into the plate, placed them in front of me, followed by eggs and bacon, and a bowl of blueberries.
Wow!
I stared at the breakfast she prepared. For how long she’d been awake? She occupied the empty stool beside me after placing two plates and forks for us.
“You don’t have to do this, you know. I can do my own.” I remembered me and Emma used to do this, but there was something different when Hailey was the one doing this.
“I know, but since I had to make for my own, I thought of making for two.” Her voice was barely audible. At least, we were communicating.
“Thank you. How did you learn how to make breakfast? I thought Lily wouldn’t allow you to touch the kitchen.” I started digging my breakfast. Her pancake was delicious.
“Mom taught me. Still, I’m not allowed to cook when she’s around.”
She was licking the syrup from her lips when I looked at her. I had to look away and push back the dirty thought in my head. I should probably get laid.
“So, you can cook lunch and dinner for us as well?”
She looked at me quickly as if she couldn’t believe that I asked her.
“You want me to cook us lunch and dinner?” she asked incredulously.
As stupid as I was, I nodded. “Do you think you can cook for us? If you’re not busy.”
“Um, sure.” I knew she was only shy to say no.
“You can always say no, Hailey. People will use you and abuse your kindness if you won’t teach yourself how to say no.” I shoved the last slice of pancake into my mouth. I gulped the remaining coffee, stood up, and brought my plate and mug to the sink.
She didn’t say anything anymore. She was still chewing her breakfast, seemingly in deep thought.
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