I watched her at the stove. She moved
so fluidly. Like she was meant to be
there. She genuinely has this exotic air
about her that made everyone turn
their heads and stare.
My goddess. My queen. Only I was the one who had her. Only me.
She was humming a tune softly that I
genuinely couldn't put my finger on it, it
must've been her own.
I sat at the kitchen island counter,
watching. She only had an apron on
over her grey pajama shorts and black
tank top. Even out of her lingerie and
Makeup, I was mesmerized by her. Her long brown hair was up in a ponytail that reached to the middle of her back. So long...
Pull it.
I fought the thought from my mind and
laughed it off. My goddess wouldn't like that. I'd end up being teased for the night before breakfast even hit the counter.
