Breakfast

"John!"

Making the effort to open my eyelids is not enjoyable. Judging by the voice, its Tom at my bedroom door, knocking.

"Can I come in? Okay, I'm coming in."

I groan, lifting my head as Tom enters.

Doe is still sound asleep next to me, soft snoring coming from her slightly parted lips, her right arm still draped across my chest.

"Oh hot damn, looks like some was busy last night," says Tom grinning, his eyes lingering ever so slightly on Doe's essentially naked legs, the boxers she's wearing having bunched up all the way, covering just her pussy.

I grin. "Sleep soundly?" I ask.

"Well kinda. I dozed off during the movie and woke up a bit after you and Doe left. Turns out Rachel was still awake too..." Tom smiles, pausing.

The hint is not lost on me. "You'll have to tell me about it later," I say, laughing, "So what'd ya wake me up for asshole?"

"Rachel and I are awake and are gonna take a walk to the Dunkin Donuts nearby to grab some coffee and donuts. You want some?"

"Yeah get a cup of coffee for me and Doe and a few donuts too. I've got eggs and bacon in the fridge so we can make that too."

"Wake and bake maybe?" asks Tom, hopeful.

"Definitely," I nod.

"Sweet, see ya in a bit."

Now awake, I turn to Doe, her face so calm and serene in sleep. I lower my head back into my pillow, so that our noses are an inch apart, giving her a quick kiss on the lips as she sleeps.