Breakfast with chloeas

Oliver had awoken early to find Chloe still asleep in his arms. He smiled softly, watching her sleep, her face peaceful as the morning light began to stream through the windows of his loft. She looked beautiful. Then again, she always did. He placed a soft kiss to her forehead and reluctantly pulled away from her, careful not to disturb her too much. Then he reached onto the back of the sofa and covered her with a blanket.

Stretching his arms above his head, he headed to the bathroom, taking a quick shower and changing into clean clothes before moving to the kitchen where he worked quietly, breaking some eggs in a pan and grabbing some bacon out of the freezer.