Mandy woke up to an empty bed, not at all surprised. It was rare when she and Oliver were actually up at the same time. He was an early riser by Mandy's standards and she was normally up by seven. Still, she stretched, sighing contentedly as she sat up, dark hair tumbling around her bare shoulders. Standing up, she grabbed a pair of clean knickers and threw on one of Oliver's hoodies. It was entirely too large but that's why it was so perfectly comfortable. Sliding a pair of knee socks on, Mandy headed towards the kitchen, yawning as she went.
Heading to the fridge, she pulled eggs and bacon and got to work on Oliver's favorite, eggs in a basket. While that was cooking, she sliced some fruit, softly humming to herself, glancing up when Oliver walked in. "I'm sure you could," she said, shooting him an amused smile, eyes ghosting over him, taking in the lovely site before her. "I could get used to that, too."
When his arms wrapped around her, lips brushing her hair, she sighed, leaning back against him as she continued to slice fruit. "I'm here three or four nights a week," she teased. "Anymore and I'd be living here."