Chapter 45

I stripped off my white tank top and little cotton shorts and was left with my favorite panties, white lace with little black bows along the top border.

My theory that I was being too loud was confirmed as I heard Marcus awaken and slam the bathroom door while I was humming and mixing in the baking powder. I sipped my iced tea and continued my mixing.

My entire kitchen felt like the center of the sun as the oven heated up, anxiously awaiting the cake to be inserted into its hot center.

“What are you doing in there?” Five minutes after entering the bathroom, Marcus stepped out of the bathroom clad in a fluffy green bath towel. His semi-long, blond hair dripped onto the floor.

“Baking, why?” I bent over, assed up in the air, and picked up a piece of banana that had fallen to the floor.

“Ahhh,” Marcus said, still standing in the same spot. “Can I watch you?”

I sucked the banana off my finger as I stared at his damp face. “Yeah, sure, why not?”