That had to have been a dream, right? There's no way a woman like that would sleep with me in a million years. I open my eyes and turn to my right. There's no one there. Thought not. I smell something coming from the kitchen.
Is there something burning? I walk to the kitchen because I am still half asleep, and I see her. So it wasn't a dream. She's making eggs, and wearing a robe. I look down and see I've got nothing covering me. She hasn't seen me, yet.
I sneak back into my room and throw on a set of underwear and a shirt. I walk back in and see she's still staring at the oven. I walk over to her. She has a grin on her face.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh nothing, Just thanking you for a good night, last night." The grin on her face only gets bigger.
I come up behind her, like she did to me last night. I give her a soft hug, after which her head falls back onto my shoulder. "Here, let me get that for you."
"No, like I said, I'm thanking you for last night."
"Look at it this way. I was thanking you for saving my life."
"Then, we're even."
She turns back to the eggs and they look just right. My hands start to snake up and down her stomach.
"Whoa, now! Let's eat breakfast first."
I take her and my plates and I set them down on the table. As she walks over to the table I notice she isn't wearing anything under the robe. "What would you like to drink?"
"I'll take some milk, if you got it."
I pull out the milk and two glasses. I fill the glasses and I walk over to her. I sit down on the seat next to her. She has already started to eat. The robe is slightly pulling away from her chest, so I can see her boobs.
She looks up at me and stares. She's still chewing, but we lock eyes for a moment. I can't get last night out of my head.
"You were great last night," she says as she grins.