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Post by Brandon Finn on Aug 14, 2015 3:57:42 GMT
Her grin was contagious and he thought back to all of the times that she had been well-intentioned in her efforts to try and make something in the kitchen. It never seemed to work out the best for her, and yet he found the entire situation to be completely endearing. Much as he did when it came to her and those ridiculous crossword puzzles. "And what kind of fruit would that be? A 'please grab'?" Laughing he continued, "Is that like a grapefruit?"
Softly he began stroking her hair, feeling her kiss still lingering on his cheek. "We could ... or I'm feeling much more awake now. I'm sure we can find something to occupy our time until your breakfast arrives. What was it that you ordered again? A pound of waffles and syrup?"
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Post by Amber Jacobs on Aug 14, 2015 14:23:12 GMT
Amber pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Maybe it's a hybrid...like a tangelo. Which is a mix between a grapefruit and a tangerine," she explained with a serious expression and a nod." She beamed up at him with he laughed, feeling the rumble deep in his chest.
She traced her finger gently down his arm and took a moment to wonder at the fact that she was there again with him. It was something she thought was almost an impossibility when she'd been in California, despite thinking about him often. It was something that her assistant was perhaps Amber's biggest cheerleader and, had somehow or another, gotten it in her head that this was going to happen even when Amber had protested. She'd return to the office to 'I Told You So's' later.
"I ordered waffles and eggs and bacon, and I thought that we could share," she nodded up at him and smiled. "And coffee. I ordered us coffee. But I'd like to go on record and say that it means quite a bit that I'm willing to share waffles."
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Post by Brandon Finn on Aug 14, 2015 14:38:42 GMT
Somehow he had forgotten about how her stubbornness sometime drove her to sheer silliness. But either way, all of this conversation about made-up citrus and breakfast was starting to make him hungry. And with her here, it seemed stupid to go about his normal routine as though she weren't. In the past he hadn't cared if Alayna had been in the middle of cooking an elaborate breakfast, he would still forge on with it. Even among her protests and complaints that he was always making his own schedule and not caring about what she wanted to do. He would simply pop his headphones into his ear and turn up the music on his cell phone before heading out the door to start his run.
That probably should have been the biggest clue that she didn't fit in to his life. And while he had been relatively oblivious to it, she had caught on. Of the three women he had given a ring to, she was the only one throw it back in his face. She was actually the only one to leave first - though he was sure that he would have gotten around to it eventually.
Especially if he would have known that eventually he'd end up back here. Though the penthouse was different, he was different, it still felt so familiar to have Amber back here. It felt right.
"And while I appreciate the sentiment, I am more than happy to let you take the waffles on - all on your own." He kissed her again, something he just couldn't seem to stop doing. "But I will take you up on that coffee."
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Post by Amber Jacobs on Aug 14, 2015 14:55:06 GMT
Amber hummed happily against his lips, her hand finding his and lacing their fingers together. She ticked an eyebrow up at him. "Are you turning down a token of my affection in the form of shared waffles? Also known as the superior breakfast food to pancakes because pancakes don't have little pockets for syrup?" Then her eyes narrowed as she "You wake up and go for a run in the morning," she stated, finally realizing he'd said that moments ago. "And you're turning down junky, empty calorie breakfast food!"
Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped for a moment. "You have changed," she insisted but then laughed. "My Brandon, all grown up," she teased. "I wonder what else has changed," she asked, feigning concern.
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Post by Brandon Finn on Aug 14, 2015 16:35:19 GMT
She had put those two words together in a sentence in such a way that he had barely noticed it at first. Whether or not she meant to imply any sort of claim over him was irrelevant. He was starting to feel as though he was her Brandon again. And for now, that thought wasn't bothering him. It wasn't as though he wanted her to start running around with other men in the city, and so he supposed it was fair of him to think of himself as having someone he was meant to be faithful to as well.
It was odd for him to think that he wouldn't spend his night at a bar, smooth-talking some woman into coming home with him. But he wasn't sure if that bothered him yet or not. "Mmmm... Well, I guess you're just going to have to stick around and see."
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