When Arlo finally withdrew his finger, my knees almost buckled from weakness.
“I’m starving, Arlo,” I said.
“I’ll prepare a delicious breakfast for us, babe,” he replied sweetly.
He guided me to sit down, refusing to let me help. Arlo placed fresh juice on the table, along with a freshly made fruit salad. It seemed he had already prepared everything in the fridge beforehand.
He added slices of bread, French cheese, Bulgarian cheese, and various other dishes to the table.
I couldn’t help but feel my love for him deepen. How he cared for me and did things I had never experienced made me feel special.
There he was, my sexy and hot boyfriend, preparing our breakfast. I smiled, thinking about cooking him noodles later. I only recently discovered that it was one of his favorite dishes. He lifted the colander with the noddle, laughing at his earlier attempt at cooking.
Perhaps he was craving its taste, which was why he decided to cook it.
When his phone rang on the table, I glanced at it to see who was calling. The name Becky appeared on the screen.
“Who is Becky?” I thought to myself. Reading her name instantly changed my mood.
I lost my appetite and suddenly didn’t feel like enjoying the beautiful breakfast Arlo had prepared.
When he approached me, he noticed the change in my expression. My cheerful face had turned sour.
“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“This isn’t the kind of food I want to eat,” I said as I stood up.
“If you’d like, we can eat out instead,” he suggested.
“I just want boiled eggs,” I replied curtly.
“Chicken eggs or my eggs, babe?” he teased with a playful grin.
“Don’t ruin my mood further, Arlo, unless you want me to cook your balls in soup!” I retorted sharply.
“Babe, what did I do wrong? Why are you suddenly mad at me? Don’t involve my best friend’s friend in this,” he said, confused.
“Ask *Becky,*” I snapped.
“What does Becky have to do with this?” His mention of her name only made my irritation grow.
“Grrr!” I growled in frustration. When his phone rang again, I felt like I was growing horns from jealousy.
“Throw your phone away!” I demanded.
Arlo looked at me, bewildered by my behavior, but he obediently tossed his iPhone into the trash can.
“There, babe, I threw it away,” he said, smiling at me cautiously.
“Let’s eat,” I replied, satisfied, though his eyes remained filled with confusion.
