Olivia's POV
The piercing light from the sun forced my eyes open; I woke up to Zack gently brushing my hair back, sitting on the bed next to me with a soft smile playing on his lips, “hey you”, he said pinching my cheek
“Hey”
“Come, I made breakfast”
“Oh, and he cooks too, I’m so lucky”, I said sarcastically
“You have no idea how lucky you are”, he pulled the blankets back; knowing what he had in mind I was glad to still be in my t-shirt and jeans
He held my hand all the way to the kitchen, I sat at the table on the chair he pulled back for me, as he plated the omelette, sausages, and toast
“Is breakfast food the only thing you know how to make?”
“No, I can make other things”
“Like what, pasta?”
“I can make lasagne”, he scoffed
“Which is still pasta”, I smirked wrinkling my nose
