Wake up call

I wake up when my nose is hit by the smell of freshly cooked food. Blinking my eyes, I see a plate of curry puffs Dana is holding in front of me. One of the perks of being around Dana is her amazing cooking, complimented by the fact that she loves to cook, maybe even more than sex.

"Good morning." I groan.

"Afternoon, sleepyhead. Made you your favorite."

"Everything you cook is my favorite." I reach out for the plate, but Dana pulls it back.

"Nope. I'm not having you making a mess in my bed this time."

After a grumble, I follow Dana out to her dining table. Much to my joy, she had worn arse-hugging jeans that leave little to the imagination. We sit down at her table, where I ask "So how late is it?"

"Only 12. We still have time to go out."

"Cool. Sorry for sleeping in."

Dana flashes a smile. "You have nothing to be sorry about after last night."

"Yeah, last night was pretty good. Like always."

"Sure was."

We share a chuckle before I take my first bite of a curry puff, which sets my tongue on fire. Dana roars with laughter as my cheeks turn red and my eyes water.

"How's that for a wake-up call?" She chuckles.

"Agh... I think I'll stick with coffee."

Dana rolls her eyes. "Ugh. Coffee gives me the shits."

"Well it's better than burning your tongue off."

I brave another bite as Dana says "Oh you'll live. Anyway, I was thinking of going out for ice-cream."

"You could've just said."

Dana sniggers for a second. "Where's the fun in that?"

"Fun for one of us." As I finish my first curry puff, which I couldn't deny was tasty, even if it was ridiculously spicy.

"Oh don't be like that. Just think how good that ice-cream will be to cool down your burning tongue."

"And how great it will be if you pay."

Dana shrugs. "It was worth it."

Somehow, I finish off the rest of the curry puffs. After the briefest of showers, I get dressed and head out to the car, where Dana is waiting.

"You can drive." I say.

"You still trust me?"

"On second thought, I'll drive."