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I sighed and rolled over, seeing my peacefully sleeping boyfriend, Rowell. He had fallen asleep on the game once again. Him slouched in his black and red induced gaming chair with his controller in his hands. His soft fluffy dark brown hair covered his eyes. His thick-rimmed black glasses were still on his face, a slight drool dripping down into his lap. I got up and stretched. Rolling the chair closer to our bed and tucking him in.

I put on my fluffy bunny slippers and pulled down my shirt, rubbing my hands together our tiny apartment was extremely cold in the morning. I walked sluggishly, into our cozy kitchen, it was an open floor plan. Meaning the kitchen led into our living room. The kitchen was mainly light brown, almost linen, and white. It was filled with cozy lighting and cluttered with all of our stuff that we couldn't fit into our cabinets.

I grabbed a pan and two pieces of our homemade bread, they were both two big and thick pieces. I took a couple of eggs, grabbed some butter and cinnamon, as my stomach growled. I grabbed another pot and a small container of berries that we always have stock in our fridge and started to cut up the fresh strawberries I saw. Getting excited to make French toast before I went to my first class of the day. I threw the butter onto the pan and started to quickly work on the soak that I'd need to turn this bread into my amazing French toast.

I tried to remember what classes I'd have today as I started to soak the bread. the combination only takes about two minutes to whisk together. I smiled and pulled myself onto the counter next to the stove. I was pursuing a writing career, seeing as both I and my boyfriend attend the same college, just in very opposite fields. He was thriving to be a tech nerd, that's at least what we all called it. I had no idea what the actual name is, I just knew that it would bring in good money and that he loved it so I didn't judge.

I jumped down and slapped the pieces of homemade bread into the pan starting to work on the strawberry sauce that I enjoy adding on top of it, with a combination of berries, powdered sugar, and syrup. I added butter, a lot of butter, some sugar, and some milk, as well as the strawberries, and stirred everything together. Switching between flipping the French toast and stirring my sauce. I grabbed two plates and started to serve everything out, cleaning the berries and grabbing the powdered sugar. Turning off the stove when both items were done.

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I heard Rowell moving around in our bedroom then I heard him coming up behind me and hugging me from the side.

"Hii!"He pronounced himself, excited to wake up and see me. I smiled at him and gave him his plate grabbing two cups, filling his with orange juice, and filling mine with grape juice. I never really liked orange juice but for whatever reason, he loved it still. I shrugged it off, and kiss -him on the cheek and he started to blush like crazy. As per usual he went from his normal pale self to a pinkish boy looking up at me with sparkles in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled into my chest. I laughed and ruffled up his hair.

"Come brush your teeth, my love. "I looked at him and smiled as he scurried after me. I grabbed his toothbrush and put his toothpaste on for him setting up his mouth wash and tongue scrapper as well before doing the same for myself as he smiled at me. I looked at us in the mirror.

I was in an oversized thrifted Gumball graphic tee, with my hair in my favorite bonnet. My hair was extremely curly and kinky. Both I and my boyfriend loved everything about it. I realized how much darker I am compared to him. I am an African American with a brown alluring complexion, then there's him. He's a British tall white man, with one hell off a jawline. A foot taller than I, and yet I was still the dominant one of our relationship. I took care of him and he "pleased" me in return.

Our bathroom was the most luxurious room in our apartment. It had a huge open shower, once again with a white and linen marble effect, a big fluffy rug and a good chunk of counter space with a big mirror with less surrounding the room as well as a little closet with our hygienic restocks with a cabinet near the sink to store my emergency hair and makeup equipment as well as the essentials. We had the same cozy and warm lighting in there, yet we always had a candle in there. It was only light if you needed it but we would put 100 dollars into bath and body words every two months for our bathroom mainly and I absolutely loved it.

I smiled at him and quickly finished up his morning routine washing his face quickly then looking at me and making what we called "grabby hands". It's when he wants hugs, kisses, or comes thing lovey dovey. I spilled and finished up with my mouth washed then stood up on our counter kissing him with passion as I forced my way into dominating our kiss as he blushed and whimpered into it as usual. I smiled at him and pat his head jumping down and going to go eat my food, him following me and doing the same as we both ate in the kitchen.

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And that's the end of the first chapter! I'm trying to make this slightly shorter then my first book, read Chapter Two for it to get interesting!

 For the first few chapters I will be posting more often then I will for the continuation of the book!