" I found him in the kitchen, at the table in the bay window, already eating his cereal.
“I was going to fix you breakfast,” I said.
He grinned. “I wouldn’t want you to put yourself out.”
“No one can pour cereal like I can. That’s true.”
I crossed the kitchen. He scooted his chair back, and I sat on his lap and put my arms on his shoulders.
“Good morning,” I said, right before I kissed him.
Oh, yes, this was definitely the way to start the day.
“We’re in the house,” he said when we stopped kissing. “Thought we had a rule about not kissing in the house.”
“Yeah, we also had a house rule--no falling for the player living with us. You see how good I am at following rules.”
He grinned. “Lucky for me. Why don’t you come to Ruby Tuesday for lunch?”
“Okay.”
“Then practice.”
“Definitely.”
“Maybe we could do something afterward.”
“Absolutely.”
He kissed me again. He tasted like bran flakes and raisins and bananas.
Me, I tasted like chocolate chip cookie dough.
It was an odd combination but it somehow worked. "

― Rachel Hawthorne , The Boyfriend League