birthday appetite.” He flashes a wink in my direction and proceeds to pour some coffee into a mug. He tops it off with my perfect amount of sugar and cream, stirs it for a good fifteen seconds, and then places it in my already outstretched hands.
“Bless you,” I say, my voice still groggy.
Andrew grins over at me while I savor my first delicious and much-needed sip of coffee.
“Ah yes, that hits the spot,” I say through a content sigh and set the coffee down on the nightstand beside me. It’s then that I finally notice he’s already fully dressed for the day. I scrunch up my nose. “What time do you have to be on set?”
“Eight,” he answers and gestures for me to come sit in the chair he’s pulled up to the cart. “C’mon, birthday girl. Grab your coffee. It’s time to eat.”
“How come I got the day off, but you still have to work?” I question as I snag one of his discarded T-shirts from the floor of his hotel room, toss it over my body, and head over to the breakfast feast with my coffee in hand.
“Because I told Howie it was your birthday and he needed to give you the day off.” He pulls out my chair, and I sit down. “And he said the only way he could manage that was if I agreed to come in earlier than originally planned and roll through a few scenes that he had scheduled for next week.”
I look up at him in surprise. “Are you being serious right now?”
“It’s your birthday, Birdie. Everyone deserves to have the day off on their birthday,” he quips. “Especially a workaholic like yourself.”
“I’m not a workaholic.”
“Get real, sweetheart.” He flashes a knowing smirk. “From sunup until sundown, between working on set and fitting in studio time for the soundtrack and your next album, you and I both know your schedule is jam-packed. I’m just thankful you manage to sneak in time every day to let me play with your pussy.”
“Wow. You really say the sweetest things.” I snort. “Seriously, if you keep it up, I just might die from all the swoon.”
Andrew only chuckles at that, and another sarcastic remark sits locked and loaded on my tongue, but when he lifts a silver dome from the plate sitting directly in front of me, my voice gets all caught up in my throat.
Oh my God. I lift a hand to my mouth as I stare down at the blueberry waffles sitting before me.
“Now, I know it’s not the same as the birthday brunches you used to share with your parents or your granny, and it most likely isn’t as delicious, but I hope it at least brings you a little joy on your special day.”
He remembered.
“This is…” I pause, looking up into his soft blue eyes. “Just…thank you,” I whisper, my throat clogging a little with emotion. “This means a lot to me.”
Blueberry waffles might seem like a silly little thing to anyone else, but to me, this gesture might be one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me.
He leans forward to press a kiss to my forehead. “You’re welcome.”
When I feel his lips against my forehead, a tear begins to slip down my cheek, and I swipe it away on a laugh. “All right, I take back my earlier sarcasm about your swoon factor.”
“You saying I have the swoon factor, firecracker?” he asks, a confident quirk of his brow punctuating his question.
“Sometimes, yes,” I respond. “But that doesn’t mean you need to go getting all cocky about it.”
His smile turns wicked. “Oh, sweet, beautiful Birdie, if I didn’t have to head out of here soon, I’d be more than up for the challenge of showing you just how cocky I can get.”
I roll my eyes but laugh at the same time. “You’re a horny lunatic.”
He chuckles and leans forward to press another kiss to my lips. “A horny lunatic who needs to head out of here soon.”
And then he’s off to the bathroom to finish getting ready.
While the running sink and the sounds of Andrew brushing his teeth fill the otherwise quiet of his hotel room, I find my phone on the nightstand and snap a picture of my blueberry waffles before officially diving into them.
Knowing I haven’t posted anything on Instagram in a while, and constantly getting shit from Candy about that very fact, I decide to pull up the app and upload the photo of my waffles