Outside The Lines (Interracial Romance)

Chapter 24

Copyright © 2019 Nicole Mckoy

Cecilia P.O.V.

The next morning I woke up naked in bed next to Scott. I sat up and looked over at him sleeping. He looked cute.

I got out of bed and grabbed my silk robe. I put on my robe and walked out of my bedroom.

I was going to cook us breakfast.

Last night was fun and the sex was good.

I grabbed a pan and turned on the stove.

I washed my hands then got out some pancake mix and a couple eggs.

I started with making the pancakes first.

I could remember when I was a kid making pancakes on Saturday mornings with my mom. Our household was always warm and filled with love.

Sometimes I miss the simple-ness of being a child and having the protection of my parents.

I made Scott and I a couple pancakes each then some eggs to go with it.

I put the food on a couple plates and sat them at the kitchen table.

As I sat the food down there was a knock at my door.

I walked over to the door and unlocked it.

I opened the door and saw Deacon standing there in his pajama pants and no shirt.

"Morning," he said with a yawn.

"Morning..." I said quietly.

"I need milk," Deacon said.

"Ok well the grocery store is a few blocks away," I joked.

"It's way too early for you to bust my balls," Deacon chuckled.

"Sorry, let me go get you some milk," I said.

I stepped away from the door and let Deacon wait while I grabbed my milk out of the fridge.

I couple seconds later I walked back over to the door.

"Here you go," I said as I handed him the milk jug.

"You been good? We haven't really talked in the past couple weeks. You've been pretty distant since the night you came home crying," Deacon said.

"I'm fine Deacon. You don't need to worry about me," I said.

"You know I'm always here for you right?" he questioned.

"Yeah," I said.

"What are you up to today? I was thinking maybe we could-"

Before Deacon could finish his thought we were interrupted.

"Something smells good," I heard Scott's voice.

I turned around and saw Scott walking from the hallway.

He was in his jeans with no shirt and his fly was open.

"Oh... I didn't realize you had company," Deacon said in a strange tone.

Scott came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.

He nuzzled my neck and moved his hand down my stomach.

"Just bring back the milk whenever Deacon," I said.

"Ok," he said in a put off tone.

I took a step back and said goodbye then closed the door.

"You made us breakfast?" Scott questioned.