There was nothing like the smell of eggs and bacon to pull Thomas out of the lull of sleep. He rose from the bed and tugged a pair of sweat pants on before heading downstairs to greet the morning, the breakfast, and the cook.
Oh how he longed to sidle up behind Justine at the stove and kiss her from behind, but that was against the rules, and would lead to pain rather than pleasure. So instead he wandered over to the coffee maker to check on the status of coffee.
"You're up early," he commented, his tone relaxed and calm. "And cooking. I could get used to this."