Peace in the Thunder

After setting the ingredients to one side and preparing the stove, Rene soon rolled his sleeves up to wash his hands first. The bread was sliced next, the eggs and their appropriate seasoning prepared in a bowl, suitably whisked enough. A pan, greased lightly was placed on the warmed stove, but he turned again to check on her once again.

Come here, reaching out to take her hand and pull her back into his chest, his freehand taking hers. Let me show you, it’s remarkably easy once you know the steps. Like dancing. With her hands in his, Rene guided her through the process of making a hole in the cut slice, dipping it into the mixture and then tossing it into the pan. He’d guide her back to the eggs, Now crack one, into the middle, see, Eggy in the Basket.

He’d nuzzle into her neck, inhaling the scent of her deeply while one eye kept watch over their actions. I will admit, I am looking forward to a sleep without worry. Since the Wedding I fear I only slept less. His voice muffled against her throat, lips pressing a soft, but lingering peck against the skin behind her ear. Now we flip the basket, so both sides are done… or do you wish for a runny basket?