"Or did you want to eat in bed?" I ask, pulling back the covers so I get a good view of Charlotte's assets. "Because I wouldn't have any issue with-"
"Cecile, PLEASE!" Charlotte shouts, pulling back the covers around her shame and pushing me away.
I will never get enough of that cute face she makes when she's embarrassed.
"Alright, fine," I say, heaving a sigh as I crawl back off of the bed. "Naked breakfast runs the risk of getting suryp and got grease all over your bare skin, after all."
"Oh my God I haven't even been awake for five minutes and you're already at it!" Charlotte groans.
"Okay, fine," I blow a raspberry at her. "That's enough teasing for now."
"Thank you."
In a huff, Charlotte drags the sheets off of the bed as she stomps over to the closet and even goes so far as to use them as a shield so I can't get a view of anything while she slips into her nightgown.
"You're no fun at all, you know that?" I say.
"Shut up," Charlotte grumbles. "Let's just get to eating already.
"Aye aye," I salute to her. "Breakfast time, not teasing time."
"That's right," she pouts.
As we step into the kitchen, I turn to Charlotte with my mouth twisted into a wide, evil grin.
"But don't think that I've forgotten that you still owe me a home-cooked meal..."
"Damn," Charlotte grimaces. "Fine, I'm not going to welch out on it."
"Great," I clap my hands together. "It's a probably a good thing that you're into girls, huh."
It takes a few seconds for what I meant by that little statement to register in Charlotte's mind. And when it finally does, I am rewarded with a dish towel to the face.
I regret nothing.
>let us make plans for the day over breakfast!