It's a Love Story

[you wanna read the story i'm writing? i started it a couple years ago and just published the 6th and 7th chapters XD if so, i'll give you the link to the first chapter]

He smiled. "Good morning," he yawned. "Are you cold?"

((I'm at work right now, I'll get the link from you later. I'm off in about an hour. xD))

She shook her head. "Now with you next to me."

[well i gotta leave now for work. here's the link for you for later i'll post another chapter before i go to sleep tonight. see ya!
http://quizilla.teennick.com/stories/7359345/love-is-complicated-stuff ]

((Lol. It's your post.))

[OH. god i'm such a moron >< sorry!]

He smiled, resisting the urge to kiss her. Though, he did pull her a tad bit closer. "I'm a little chilly," he chuckled.

She smiled, letting him pull her as close as he wanted. She adjusted the blanket so that it was over him and not just over her, like it had become as they slept. "Better?" She asked.

"Much, thank you," he smiled, making sure she still had some, too. His hand accidentally touched her bottom and he immediately pulled his hand back to himself. "I'm sorry," he said, afraid she would be angry.

Roman smiled slightly, amused at how nice he was and how scared he was to upset her. "It's okay." she said softly.

He relaxed when he was convinced she truly wasn't upset. "Mother will be making breakfast soon. We missed dinner," he realized with a laugh.

"Guess that's why I'm so hungry." she said with a smiled, realizing that she wanted him to touch her more.

"Let's go, then. If we hurry, we can make breakfast for ma-ma," he smiled. He liked helping his mother out.

Roman smiled and nodded. "Sounds like a splendid idea."

He smiled and got up, making sure she was wrapped up in the blanket so she wasn't cold. He walked her inside quietly and reached the kitchen. Good, his mother wasn't awake yet. "What should we make for breakfast," he asked her quietly.

"Pancakes, eggs, sausage, with fresh orange juice." she smiled.

He nodded, smiling, and got the ingredients out. "Will you mix the pancakes while I go get some fresh oranges from the orchird," he asked her.

She nodded, resting the blanket on one of the kitchen chairs. "Of course."

He smiled and resisted kissing her cheek as he grabbed the basket to carry the oranges in. He left and was back about half an hour later with a basket full of fresh oranges.

Roman already had the pancakes cooking and the pan for the sausage heating up.

He smiled. 'it smells very good," he said, walking in and getting a pitcher to put the juice in for when he squeezed the oranges.

Roman smiled, starting the sausage. "thank you."

"thank you for helping," he smiled at her.

She smikred at him. "It's more of you helping me since I'm cooking." she chuckled.

"Well... Thank you for cooking," he corrected himself witha chuckle.

She smiled. "You're welcome."

Once the food was done and everything was set, his mother came down and smiled.

"Dante, did you make breakfast?"

"Roman did most of it," he smiled at his mother. "I just got the fresh orange juice."

"Grazi, Roman," his mother hugged the youngest American guest.