Tequila Sunrise

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I was standing in the kitchen cooking breakfast while Lisa was getting dressed in my room. I was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants but was topless. I didn't see Lisa coming until she stood beside me and wrapped her arms around my waist, making me glance over to her.

"That smells nice," she said as she pressed her cheek against my arm.

"Well, you're here," I chuckled. "And just in time. Breakfast is almost ready."

"What are we having?" she asked.

"Something simple. Pancakes, eggs, and some coffee. I thought you might need some energy after our passionate encounter not too long ago," I added with a smirk, hinting at our earlier activity.

"Very funny," she rolled her eyes.

I chuckled. "Come on, can't take a good sense of humor in the morning?"

I finished cooking the last of the pancakes and slid them onto a plate next to the cooked eggs. I turned off the stove and turned to face Lisa, resting my hands on her hips. My eyes flicked down to her outfit, and I couldn't help but smirk when I noticed her wearing one of my t-shirts. Something about seeing her wearing my t-shirt made me feel possessive. It was a simple action, but it spoke volumes about the kind of intimacy we shared.

"I see that you've already raided my wardrobe, huh?" I mused.

"Well, it was either this or my stage outfit from last night. It wouldn't seem proper walking around your place naked," she said.

I chuckled at her remark. "You do look nice and comfy."

"Oh? Does that mean I can steal more of your clothes then?" she grinned mischievously.

I raised an eyebrow at her suggestion. "Woman, if you start stealing all my clothes, I might end up being the one walking around naked. Not you."

Lisa burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but chuckle, enjoying her carefree spirit. Her playful peck on my lips made my smile grow wider. "You're really something, you know that?"

She wrapped her arms around my neck. "I know, oppa."

I raised an eyebrow at the term. I never really cared for Korean honorifics and terms of endearment since I rarely use them myself, being half Chinese and half Thai. It sounded strange yet charming coming from her. "Oppa, huh?"

"Yeah. You're older than me, right?" Lisa tilted her head to the side.

"You're calling me old now? Ouch." I replied sarcastically, feigning offense. "I'll have you know that I'm a mature and distinguished 30-year-old."

"Oh! So you're older than me by five years."

I chuckled, not exactly surprised by the revelation. "Well, I guess that makes you a young and feisty little thing, huh? No wonder I had to go easy on you in the shower."

"Hey," she smacked my shoulder.

"Hey, no abusing the older guy," I joked with a chuckle. "I'm delicate, you know?"

She rolled her eyes as I led her to the kitchen island with a hand on her small back. "You're lucky you're cute, you know that?"

"Yeah, whatever."

I chuckled again, amused by her adorable pout. I quickly plated our breakfast, adding a generous helping of pancakes and eggs onto each plate.

I carried the plates over to the kitchen island and set them down before sitting across from her. “There you go, a nice and healthy breakfast for a hardworking girl.”

“You’re full of jokes today, aren’t you.”

“I guess being around a cute girl with a feisty attitude brings out the comedian in me.”

Lisa rolled her eyes and took a bite of her breakfast. I watched her as she closed her eyes, savoring the pancakes. It was cute – the way she seemed to fully immerse herself in the experience of enjoying food.

Seems like I outdid myself, I thought as I took a bite of my own food.

As we ate, I noticed her hair. It was growing out a little and was nearly past her shoulders. Part of her hair fell over her face and I found it endearing.

“Your hair is growing out,” I noted, my eyes casually raking over her features.

“Oh,” she touched her hair. “I guess I should trim it.”

“You should grow it out more. It suits you.”

“Really?”

I nodded in affirmation, my gaze flicking up to meet her eyes. “Yeah, I think it’s cute. Adds to your charm,” I said, waving my fork.

“Oh, what kind of charm?” Lisa arched an eyebrow, amused.

“The kind that makes me want to pull your hair while I—”

Lisa reached over and shoved my shoulder. I chuckled pretending to wince in pain. “Hey! No swatting the older guy remember? I’m delicate.” I joked.

“Delicate my ass,” she huffed.

I chuckled, enjoying her feisty attitude. “You really have a mouth on you, don’t you? I suppose I’ll have to find a way to shut you up and make you behave next time.” I said, taking a sip of my coffee.

“How do you plan on doing that, oppa?” Lisa asked, putting a seductive emphasis on the word “Oppa.”

I choked on my coffee, coughing and sputtering for a moment as my cheeks grew warm. “You really need to stop calling me that, unless you’re trying to make me blush like a flustered teenager.”

“What? You’re older than me. So that makes you my oppa.”

“I know that. It’s just weird to hear that coming from you, especially in that tone you used just now.”

“Oh. Would you really melt if I said you were aegyo?”

“God no, please don’t. Your aegyo voice will make me feel like I’m dating a high school student.”

“But oppaaaa!”

I felt my face grow warm and struggled to keep a straight face when she switched her tone to a high-pitched and whiny one. “You’re really going to do this, aren’t you?”