She walked into the kitchen, hugging you from behind, the food sizzling on the pan, it was a pure dream, her hands were firm on your waist. "Morning kit..." She always referred to you as "kit" as it was another word for baby bunny, as you turnt around to dish breakfast up you notice what shes wearing, your favourite hoodie with tight biker shorts, she looked cute as fuck. "My hoodie..? again.." You chuckled to your self.