jenna

i woke up in my bed. the sun shining through the window.

i groaned and rolled over.

my eyes popped open as i heard someone in my kitchen.

i quickly remembered last night.

i told matt he could spent the night, on the couch.

and he did. i slept in my bed and he slept on the couch.

i peeked out my door and saw he was cooking something.

i grabbed my phone and walked into my living room and into the kitchen.

as i passed the couch, i realized the blanket i had given him was folded up, with the pillow he used sitting neatly on top of it.

i pushed myself up onto my counter. i sat atop of it, watching him.

"whatcha making?" i asked, with a small smile.

he quickly looked over his shoulder and smiled.

"well, good morning, sleeping beauty."

i tipped my head back and laughed. i checked my phone.

"it's only 8:30. how long have you been up?"

"i woke up around 8:00." he shrugged, adding something to the pan he had on the stove.

i tried looking over his shoulder to see.

"i never told you that you could use my kitchen." i said, sarcastically as i crossed my arms.

"well, you let me stay the night. i figured i would make it up to you."

i saw that he had cut up and orange and placed the slices on a plate.

"and you took one of my oranges!" i exclaimed with a laugh.

he laughed and turned the stove off.

"what are you making me, matt?" i raised an eyebrow.

"you'll see." he grabbed a plate and moved the pan over to it.

i furrowed my eyebrows.

"give me my oranges." i pointed to the plate.

he laughed and grabbed it, handing it to me.

"thank you." i smiled, taking one.

i sat the plate right besides me on the counter.

he turned around and placed the pan in the sink.

he grabbed the plate and handed it to me.

"i made you an omelette."

i took the orange i had out of my mouth and smiled.

"oh? what if i told you i didn't like omelettes?"

"then, pretend you do and eat your oranges." he stepped closer to me.

he was standing in between my legs, his hands on resting on the counter besides my legs.

"i'm kidding. i love it. thank you." i sat the plate down and grabbed another orange slice.

"i though you didn't even know how to cook?" i snorted.

he raised an eyebrow.

i immediately realized. i took the orange out of my mouth and licked my lips.

fuck.

that was something he had said in one of his shows. not to me.

"and why would you think that?" he tone low, teasing.

"i've just heard you say that in one of your shows." i mumbled, shrugging.

"oh? you watch my shows?" he leaned in closer. his hands getting closer to my legs.

"who doesn't?" i tried to tease and flirt back.

i wanted to act as confident as i could but the blush on my cheeks gave me away.

"i think my favorite is your last special. the 'matthew steven rife' one." my tone was low as i said his name slowly.

i watched as he swallowed. his tongue poked out to wet his lips.

his face was closer. as were his hands.

his thumbs were so close to touching my thighs.

"yeah?" he asked.

"mhm..." i nodded, gently.

"are you gonna eat eat your omelette?" his tone was light as he smirked.

"maybe." i said, slowly leaning my head closer.

his eyes flicked down to my lips and back up to my eyes.

he leaned even closer, his lips an inch away from mine and-

my front door opened.

our heads snapped over to the front.

i watched as the person walked around the corner into the kitchen.

you've got to be fucking kidding me.

lilys words

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