Blythe
On Saturday I moved around the kitchen early in the morning making breakfast. Walking around the island I stopped when I saw Duncan leaning in the doorway. He smiled at me and his domineering aura and the mischievous glint in his eyes I could tell he was up to no good. Nervous I whispered, "Good morning," Duncan smiled widely, "Good morning my love." He came closer and kissed me gently. Smiling up at him I whispered, "Breakfast is almost ready. Are you hungry?"
Duncan hummed, "Starving." I smiled shyly, "I'll hurry to finish. What time are you leaving for work?" Duncan looked at the clock over the stove, "I actually need to be heading out." I grinned,
"Well I'll finish and you can take it with you." I started to move to the stove but Duncan beat me there and cut it off. He tu
