
Sunday morning passed in a blur of fucking and fried food. It was completely and utterly unhealthy sustenance, but at some point in the night Marie and I had had a sleepy conversation about things we missed about homeâand an English breakfast was one of them. Iâd resolved to make one when we got upâwhich was closer to lunchtime than breakfast time.
I didnât have all of the essential ingredients in my fridge, unfortunatelyâit seemed black pudding was elusive in L.A.âbut I did a damn good job of the bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, fried bread, sausages and baked beans. Marie was in charge of making us each a mug of English breakfast tea while I was working my culinary magicâor at least it smelled like magic.
When we finally sat at the table, me in shorts and a t-shirt, Marie in last nightâs dress, we shared an excited grin before tucking in. âOh my God,â Marie said, after chewing and swallowing a mouthful of food, âthat is so good. I think we may have made a mistake here. After eating this, weâll be booking the next flights home!â
I laughed. âI know what you mean. The bacon and sausages arenât quite what weâd get in England, but theyâll do in a pinch. At some point Iâll find one of those supermarkets that sells proper British food.â
âOh yeah!â Marie said, waving her fork around excitedly. âYouâll have to let me know when you find one. I havenât had a bar of proper Cadburyâs chocolate in far too long! Like six days or something. The stuff they have over here just doesnât taste the same. Itâs a different recipe or something.â
âOh youâre a chocoholic, are you?â It suddenly occurred to me how little I really knew about her and I resolved to try to rectify that.
âNot just chocolate. Pretty much anything sweet. I have a real sweet tooth.â
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Lucy x



Nice! Yup, I’d say they just had sexy đ
Wow, very hot scene…in a deeper sense (like now he knows she loves chocolate because he ‘heard’ it…after making breakfast for her:) vera, vera, hot:)
A woman after my own heart. Love me some chocolate.
Dakota