"Babydoll?" Cartier's eyes began to adjust to the new morning light before her as she awoke to Dominick's presence hanging over her. His dark hair and soft lips were within her sight, wishing to be adorned by his sight and adored by his lips. But as she turned to face him, she was presented with the sound of clattering glass and a most unexpected but pleasant sight.
"You brought me breakfast?" She asked, expressing this surprise, as he nodded.
"I wasn't quite sure what you liked, so I chose the basics of an American menu. You should have seen the look upon the chef's face when I asked for hash browns…" she chuckled before bringing herself upwards to join the tray against her bottom to begin consuming the meal while his eyes scanned her torso. She kept the sheet against her chest, a rat
