the box
@neharah @phaesphorosended
It was the smell of the cooking food that had roused the dark-haired woman. Stretching out slowly, one of her hand snaking around the bed, finding a form, fingers glided over his arm, his back, eyes still closed but that didn’t matter. The touch was enough to tell her that Jordan was still beside her - which meant Simon was in the kitchen. The realization was met with a grumble low in her stomach and that was more than enough to get her up. Rolling toward Jordan, Isabelle’s lips pressed gently to the back of his neck. With that, she slid off of the side of the bed and fixed the Star Wars T-shirt she had been sleeping in and rubbed at her eyes. Not bothering with pants, Izzy left the bedroom as quietly as she could, closing the door behind her. On tiptoes she entered the kitchen, a brief moment passed where she took in the scene that brought a warm smile to her face.Moving up behind Simon, tanned arms slid around his waist and her face buried in his back, breathing him in deeply and then kissing his shoulder. “Well good morning, what’s on the menu, Chef?”
