She propped herself up, the thin sheet slipping down to her waist. She wore one of his old band t-shirts, faded to the color of dust. He watched her read the card. It wasn’t long—just four words in his messy scrawl.
“Breakfast in bed?” she murmured, her voice still husky with sleep. “What’s the occasion?”
She looked up. The city hummed twelve floors below—taxi horns, sirens, the rush of a million people going somewhere. But here, in this small, sun-drenched pocket, the world had stopped. NubileFilms - Emily Grey -Breakfast In Bed- -720p-
Stay here. All day.
The first thing Emily noticed was the smell. Not the usual scent of coffee and ambition that filled their downtown loft, but something richer—brown sugar and melted butter, warm dough, and the faint whisper of vanilla. She stirred, auburn hair spilling across the pillow, and felt the cool weight of the tray settle over her lap. She propped herself up, the thin sheet slipping
“I have a deadline,” she whispered, already knowing she wouldn’t meet it.
He shrugged, that familiar, boyish gesture that always made her heart stumble. “It’s Tuesday.” It wasn’t long—just four words in his messy scrawl
Outside, the city kept rushing. But Emily Grey, in her oversized t-shirt and tumbled hair, leaned back against the headboard and decided that Tuesdays, it turned out, were her new favorite day.
He slid under the sheets beside her, the tray pushed gently to the foot of the bed. And for a long, slow hour, the only thing that mattered was the sound of their breathing, the taste of syrup on his lips, and the quiet promise that some mornings, the best thing you can do is absolutely nothing at all.
His voice was a low, morning rumble. She smiled, keeping her eyelids sealed. She heard the clink of a ceramic mug, the soft squeak of him settling onto the edge of the bed.