Spark / l.h ✔️

11

~Luke's POV~

Coralia decided to make breakfast on the morning of my birthday, the sight of her short, curvy figure greeting me as I walked into the living room and spotted her in the kitchen. I could tell that she'd been awake for a little while, as her dark hair was still a little damp looking as it spilled down her back.

The sound of my footsteps as I entered the room must've caught her attention because she turned towards me, giving me a grin. Her face was bare of any makeup and her figure was clad in a tiny black dress that she had an oversized coat over, the coat being a faux fur leopard pattern in dark brown. She looked very cozy and cute. "Hi!" She grinned at me, flipping a pancake in the pan she had in front of her. If I was right, it smelled like a chocolate chip pancake. Those were my favorite. I wondered if she knew that, and if she did, how she knew that. "Hey." I said, giving her a light smile as I entered the kitchen.

She turned back around and continued to cook, paying attention to the pancakes on the stove so that she didn't accidentally burn them. "You decided to cook breakfast today?" I asked, leaning against the counter beside her. She glanced up at me and her full lips turned into a smile, her hazel eyes peering into my blue ones. "Of course I did. It's your birthday. I'm not gonna make you do it." She responded, as if that were obvious. I couldn't help but to smile to myself, finding it sweet that she was being so thoughtful, even if it was something as simple as making breakfast. "Really?" I asked softly, feeling my heart warm in gratitude. She smiled and nodded, looking up at me. "Yes. I didn't know exactly what you like, but chocolate chip pancakes are my favorite, so I hope you like them. If not, I-I can always make something you like." She said, placing a cooked pancake onto a plate full of ones already cooked. She had a whole pile of them on there.

"No, no. Chocolate chip pancakes are my favorite, too, actually." I responded, giving her a smile. That caused a big, beautiful grin to form on her lips as she turned off the stove, carrying the pan in her hand over to the sink. "Are they really?" She asked, surprised. "Yeah." I confirmed, nodding my head as I subconsciously followed her across the kitchen. She smiled a little and turned on the sink to wash the pan out, but I grabbed the sponge before she could. "At least let me clean the dishes. I mean, you were nice enough to cook me breakfast, so the least I could do is clean up." I suggested, trying to push her gently out of my way, but she refused to move.

Cora turned to face me, her ass pressed back against the sink as she frowned. "No, it's okay. I don't mind doing them." She insisted, going to reach for the sponge in my hand. Before she could grab it from me, I raised my hand up, effectively holding it out of her reach. She was so much shorter than me, adorably so. "Well, I don't either." I argued, peering down at her with a brow raised.

Her full lips pouted and I looked down at her mouth, loving how full and plump they were. They looked so soft, too. "Luke!" She huffed, pushing up onto her toes to try to reach it. "I am doing the dishes. Give me the sponge!" She exclaimed, grabbing onto my bicep to try to pull my arm down. It really wasn't at all necessary, not even a little bit, but I almost immediately flexed my bicep beneath her hand. I hadn't even meant to do it. "I can do it, little tiger." I assured, stopping the flexing of my bicep once I realized what I was doing. Her soft touch had just drawn it right out of me.

A little furrow formed in her brows as she began to jump up for the sponge, causing me to laugh. There was a cute look of frustrated determination on her face as she failed to reach the sponge, following after me as I stepped away. "I want to do it!" She scowled slightly, her frustration beginning to show through.

I couldn't help but to snicker, playfully pushing her back when she got a bit too close. That must've frustrated her because she groaned in annoyance and surprised me when she jumped up and actually tackled me. The breath shot out of my lungs as we fell over the back of the couch and landed on the very edge of the couch, a groan of pain leaving us both when our heads smacked together. All of the sudden, I fell off the edge and she came tumbling down on top of me, a yelp of pain leaving her as she hit her foot on the edge of the coffee table. "Shit," I chuckled, looking up at her as she sat up and rubbed her head. "You okay?" I asked, eyeing her for any sign of injury. Her head was a little red where mine had hit hers, but there was nothing else.