Breakfast.

"Could we have breakfast first?" you ask after your stomach growls.

"You mean lunch," she giggles, looking over to the clock on her nightstand.

"Geez, how late did we stay up?"

"Long enough," she grins at your deflated cock.

"Well, we'll need to eat to get the energy if you want to make love again," you remark as you roll out of bed.

"Make love?" Samantha asks.

"You said we are more than just roommates who have sex but lovers, no?"

"Yes..."

"Then we made love last night," you reply, kissing her.

"Yes..." she smiles as you offer your hand to help her up and lead her to the kitchen.

"We should go grocery shopping," you mention while you examine her almost empty fridge. "Eggs and toast will do for now?"

"Yes," she answers. "I don't cook, my ex- did all the cooking."

"Well, you're in luck because I can cook! As a bachelor I learned the hard way to attract women was to make her a good home-cooked meal!" you reply, trying to change the subject away from her ex-girlfriend and back to you.

"So you will make me dinner tonight?" she smiles, sitting down at the counter across from you while you set up the pan on the stove top.

"Every night if you want!"

"Yes!" she cheers.

Then the door buzzer rings.

Samantha looks at the clock on the microwave and curses, "Oh shit!"