She raised a brow in surprise, watching head towards the fridge and pour a glass of water, before she shook her head in amusement. "My flat is perfectly fine, thank you very much," she said, sliding his breakfast onto a plate and putting it on the counter for him. She spooned some fruit into a bowl and grabbed a slice of toast, sitting at the island, swinging her legs.
Mandy took a bite, happily content with their morning routine. It was Sunday and it was one of the few days of the week she actually got to spend more than an evening with him. It was fairly impressive, actually. They'd been involved for a while now and had fallen into a very comfortable, albeit, sex filled pattern. One of her co-workers had all but asked her why she was always smiling and she couldn't very well say it was because she was having amazing sex and falling very hard for the man standing next to her.
"I look better in your clothing, anyway," she said, smiling teasingly wrapping her lips around the fork and pulling the strawberry off.