One Shots
Adam Henrique
"Morning, babe," Adam grinned, rolling over to kiss your cheek before throwing off his covers and swinging his legs off the bed.
Yawning, you rubbed your eyes. It was only nine in the morning, but you were still so tired. “Do you really have to go this morning?” you mumbled sleepily, pulling his blankets over and up to your side, shielding your eyes from the harsh sunlight.
Adam sighed. “Yeah, Coach made it mandatory today…” Grabbing his Devils sweater, he quickly pulled over his head. His hair was a little messy, and he was still in his sweatpants from last night.
With one hand, he ruffled your unkempt hair before leaving. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
As soon as you heard the front door close, you dropped back off to sleep. You only woke up a half hour before he was due home, and you were starving, so the natural thing to do was make breakfast (although by now it could count as lunch, since it was nearly noon).
Adam returned around 12:30, still sweaty from practice. It was a good thing you hadn’t taken a shower yet, you thought, remembering you were still in one of his old shirts and a pair of shorts.
Grabbing the last piece of toast from the toaster, you buttered it and set a plate of eggs, toast, and pancakes in front of his preferred seat at the table.
When Adam reached the kitchen he gave you a hug, squeezing your body quickly before picking up his fork and shoveling food into his mouth before he even sat down.
"What, no ‘hey, babe" or ‘mmm, what’s for lunch?’" you teased, situating yourself across the small dinner table from him.
He grinned, mouth full of food. You had known full well he’d be famished when he got home, and having his favorite breakfast foods ready for when he returned was sure to get you in his good graces. Not that you already weren’t. “Damn, you look good in my shirt,” he finally said, eyes flitting up and down your body hungrily as you stood up, even though he just finished eating.
You rolled your eyes. Typical Adam, trying to use charm to turn you on again. “Glad you like it,” you winked back. “And breakfast too, I see.” He just nodded as you took his plate from beneath his chin, placing it in the sink.
"Now, I’m going up to shower," you announced, hoping he’d get the hint.
His eyes lit up eagerly. “Can I to join you?”
You smirked, sashaying your way towards the stairs. “I don’t know, can you?”
