House Rules
Gabbie's note just says:
*scrambled eggs, OJ, toast :)*
The smiley face is hand-drawn in blue pen. It's the only handwriting on the entire sheet.
You knock. "Come in!", immediately, brightly.
You open the door and freeze.
Gabbie is lying on top of the covers, completely naked, smiling at you like this is the most normal morning in the world. Because for her it probably is. Despite every effort not to look, your eyes take in everything anyway. The curves, the warmth of the morning light on her skin, the casual, total comfort of someone who has never once been self-conscious about her body.
Your erection, which had barely subsided from Charlotte's robe, comes back immediately and in full.
You angle the tray in front of you like a shield and cross the room with the walk of a man in crisis.
She sits up and reaches out for the tray with both hands.
You have nothing left to hide behind. You stand there, fully hard and completely exposed, while Gabbie tries a forkful of eggs with an expression of pure innocent delight.
"Oh my god these are so good. You're literally the best. Charlotte was so right about this."
"T-thanks" you manage.
You clear your throat. "Enjoy your breakfast."
"Have a great day!" she says cheerfully, already turning back to her eggs.
You're almost at the door when you notice her eyes drop — just for a second, just a glance — and then back up to her eggs with a small smile that she doesn't bother to hide. Still chewing. Still perfectly relaxed.
She noticed. Of course she noticed.