I was sad I would have to leave the Van-licious bubble I had lived in for the past week. This man was too good to be true. On Sunday morning, after a few more rounds of fun sexy times, we finally passed out from sheer exhaustion at around five a.m. I woke around noon to the sounds of Van coming into the master bedroom and to a seriously yummy smell. “Wake up, Sweetness. You need to eat. I’ve been using your body, but not nourishing it enough.” He laughed. I grunted and flipped over onto my back sitting up against the headboard. I wrapped the sheet around my naked body and stared in awe as my sexy, and currently shirtless, rock star who only kept cereal in his huge bachelor pad, greeted me with a tray of biscuits and homemade sausage gravy. “What did you do?” I asked as he placed the bed tray in front of me. “I cooked breakfast for my girl. I’m kind of awesome that way.”“Hell yeah, you are. Biscuits and sausage gravy?! That’s like totally my favorite breakfast ever. Thank you.
