shotgunwidow

The next morning found Ava back in the kitchen, dressed much like she had been the morning before, this time with a smile on her face. Boyd was sitting at the kitchen table, like he had been the day before, but this time, she had no fear of him leaving.

Pulling her satin robe tighter around her slender waist, she gave him a demure smile over her shoulder, accentuated with lowered lashes, while she waited for the toast to pop up.

It had been a pleasant night. It had been an even more pleasant morning, and Ava was quite certain that she was going to enjoy this new aspect of their relationship. Now that she felt free to express herself in ways that she hadn't been able to before, she continued to do so whilst buttering the toast, her backside swinging slowly from side to side - an invitation.

"You want any eggs or bacon with this?" His breakfast habits had always been sparse, and she'd worried before, not that she'd been in a position to say anything. Now that she could, she would. Looking at him again, she raised her eyebrows, her smile turning into a smirk.