Inspired by DDLG stories I've read.
*18+ only; has mature and sexual content*
Don't read this story if you don't approve of BDSM or DDLG. Thanks!
When a man finds Skye living homeless in an alley, she has no idea what to expect from the situation. L...
Callum sets my breakfast down on the table in front of me. Two waffles, a couple of slices of bacon, and some scrambled eggs. Delicious. I inhale the aromas, enjoying every moment. I look around the kitchen, observing. I'm sitting at a center island with a few chairs next to me. In front of me, on the other side of the island, is the stove. To the left are cabinets and counter space. To the right is the sink and more counter space. Two neat looking lights hang down over the island. They look like camping lanterns.
(This is how I imagine the kitchen)
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I reach for my plate, but Callum stops me, smirking.
"Ah, ah," he chides. "For every bite, you have to tell me something about you."
"What? But-"
"No buts. For the first bite, when is your birthday?" He meets my eyes.
"March 1st," I sigh out.
I'm allowed my first bite.
"Do you have any siblings?" He leans against the island.
"None that are living. My sister died in a car wreck a long time ago, before I was born."
Another bite. Callum keeps asking questions until my plate is empty.
How long was I homeless? Eight months.
What's my favorite thing to do? Eat. This, he chuckles at.
Do I like Disney movies? Um, hello, doesn't everyone?
Favorite food? Macaroni and cheese.
Favorite drink? Grape juice.
Favorite color? Forest green.
My biggest fear? Bugs. I earn another chuckle.
Favorite TV show? Supernatural.
When I finish my breakfast, he takes the plate and rinses it for me, sticking it in the dishwasher. I watch as he does, noticing the muscles I didn't really see before. He's wearing a thin t-shirt, making them more pronounced. He turns around as my eyes rake over him. I blush when he catches my stare with questioning eyes. Here I am, embarassing myself again.
"See something you like?" He asks, eyes sparkling.
He comes around the island and I hop off of the island chair, taking a step back to put a little more distance between us.
