Tom stretched out his arm, letting Agnes settle into his embrace before gently pulling her closer. She glanced up, her eyes meeting his handsome face just inches away. Without thinking, she tilted her head and brushed a kiss against his chin. “Goodnight, Kitten.”
Tom’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as he looked down at her. She was adorable, a little clingy, and he loved it.
“Goodnight. Sleep well,” he murmured.
“Mm,” she replied softly, closing her eyes and nestling against his chest. His scent, his heartbeat-it all wrapped around her in a way she’d never felt before. Being his girlfriend made her feel like her life was finally whole. She’d love him fiercely and treasure every day ahead. Slowly, she drifted into a peaceful sleep.
That night, Tom kept himself in check. He was older, more experienced, and he knew better than to let things go too far. Love wasn’t just about passion; it was about restraint, respect. He cared for her deeply and wanted to protect their relationship, to let it grow naturally. His self-control only deepened Bubu’s admiration for him. The night passed quietly, bringing them even closer.
The next morning, Agnes stirred awake in his arms to find him already gazing at her. She blinked, surprised. “Awake? Good morning,” he said, his voice soft.
She realized her head had been resting on his arm all night and quickly sat up. “Is your arm numb? Did I crush it?” she asked, pulling his hand free.
“Why didn’t you move when you woke up?” He chuckled. “Didn’t want to wake you. It’s fine-I can handle it.”
“How long have you been up?”
“Not long. Just woke up.” Agnes suddenly felt self-conscious. She must look a mess.
“Mrs. Brown’s back. Breakfast is probably ready,” Tom said, shifting the focus. “Want to get up?”
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbled, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow. “Good morning, Mr. Kitten.”
“Good morning, Miss Bubu.”
Sensing her shyness, Tom got up first and headed to the dressing room to change. Once they were both up, they made their way to the dining room. Tom’s phone buzzed-a call from the lab. “Okay, I’ll be there soon,” he said, hanging up. Agnes glanced at him, a flicker of worry in her eyes. “It’s nothing serious,” he assured her. “Just some documents they need.”
“Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked, concerned.
“No time,” he said, stepping closer to ruffle her hair. “Be good and eat your breakfast.”
He turned to Mrs. Brown, who was just coming out of the kitchen. “Make sure she eats, will you?”
“Of course, Tom. Don’t worry,” Mrs. Brown replied with a warm smile.
Tom waved at Agnes. “Bye-bye,” he said, heading out the door.
Agnes greeted Mrs. Brown and took her seat at the table. Mrs. Brown began explaining the nutritional benefits of the breakfast spread, and Agnes listened intently, picking up a few new facts.
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Brown. I’ll eat well,” Agnes said with a smile. “I’ve always made a point to have breakfast.”
“Such a good girl,” Mrs. Brown said, her eyes softening as she remembered something. “When I got back this morning, Tom was waiting downstairs. He must’ve been there for an hour again.” She looked at Agnes with a hint of fondness. “You mean a lot to him, you know.”