Stephen hoped that Angelina was not awake. He was almost positive because she had gone to bed later than him. He nodded at his reflection, knowing that he would have time to clean up before she woke up.
With that thought, he opened the door and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
'What should I make?' he wondered. 'French toast? Plain toast?' He thought out his options as he walked to the kitchen but stopped short when he looked inside.
The radio was on. Angelina was standing with her back to him. Her hips swayed to the beat, drawing his attention to her backside. Perfectly round and firm from where he stood. A distant part of his brain knew that she was doing something but her perfect ass had rendered him speechless.
