I woke up the next day feeling energetic and ready to make a nice breakfast for Mr. Clinton, he was surprised to see me in his bedroom with a tray of food. I woke up earlier than ever, at exactly 5 AM just to prepare breakfast for him before he leaves for work.

"Why go through all this for me, you don't have to," he said as he sat up on his bed while I swayed my legs childishly.

"It's nothing, Mr. Clinton," I smiled at him, and he smiled back. I better get used to seeing him smile like that, or I wouldn't be able to keep my thoughts from spilling out.

He gazed at me, waiting for me to leave, but I was too occupied to understand. "Are you going to stand there and watch me eat?" he raised his eyebrow at me, and I gave an awkward smile.

"Um.. I'll go to my room if you don't want me to, you know."

I could tell he didn't understand what I hinted just now; a deep furrow appeared on his forehead as he stared at me, waiting for an explanation.

"I meant, if you don't want me to join you for breakfast, I'll go to my room and eat alone..." I trailed off on purpose as I indicated my request indirectly.

"Oh, you want to have breakfast with me?" He asked, and I nodded while biting my lower lip.

He frowned before replying. "Sarah, is there something bothering you? You can tell me about it." His concern, again, this man keeps driving me insane with those kind words of his. What will I tell him? I needed an excuse to be with him. Then a light bulb appeared over my head. Last night, I prepared a list of different activities to engage him with on my road map so that the two of us could spend time together, and he'd grow fond of me. I observed something about him; he is so lonely, and I want to give him so much happiness that he will always want me beside him. I looked downward to hide from his gaze, with my lips curled up.

"Mr. Clinton, to be honest, I..." I pretended to hesitate, stealing glances at him.

He was curious to hear what I had to say as he gestured for me to sit beside him. I didn't know it would work so well; I've decided acting childish will make things easier for me, as he seems to really care for me. I sat so close to him; I wouldn't want to miss this moment.

"Well, I... Kinda..." I hesitated again, smiling inwardly as I saw he was very eager to listen to whatever I had to say. I hoped he'd forgive me for what I'm about to say.

"I'm... bored, so I was thinking if you'd have time for us to play... video games."

He was stunned for some time before replying. "What! Is that what you... Sarah... you..." He was short of words; I really surprised him this time. "Are you... Sarah, are you a child? Video games are for children."

"Mr. Clinton, what are you talking about? You got it wrong. Why would you say that? Video games are not only for children; adults play video games too." I pouted while blinking.

"Do you miss your father?" He asked, and I shook my head.

"It's only been a day; why would I miss him? It's just I wanted someone to, you know, have fun with and do those things..."

"Sarah, you are nineteen, and you have friends." He was right; I do have a friend, but he was clueless I was only making excuses to spend quality time with him.

"I only have one boring friend. Wait a minute. Do you mean to say we are not friends?" I stood up, pretending to be upset.

"Sa..." he sighed. "Fine, I'll be back in the evening..." he sighed again.

"YEAH!" I jumped up excited, and he shook his head in disbelief. Who would have thought I was always this childish?

"Let's eat," I said after doing a small dance and sat down comfortably on his bed.

"You only brought one spoon," he told me, and I smiled. I brought out a spoon I've been hiding the whole time and raised it in the air so he could see it clearly. He couldn't complain; we ate together while I rejoiced inwardly, this is one off the chart. My plan was working; with time, he will get used to my company that he won't be able to live without me.

While we were eating, I kept stealing glances at him; he looked more handsome even when eating. Everything he does always triggers my heart to want to confess to him, to tell him what I feel inside, how much I want to hold him close to me. My heart thudded loudly in my chest as I was lost at the sight of him gulping down his juice. His Adam's apple danced along with my heartbeat, making me lose my mind. I was tempted to touch his smooth neck; I stretched my hands forward to touch his captivating skin, and he caught me. I immediately withdrew my hands and smiled awkwardly.

"What?" He had no idea what I was about to do.

"I saw..." How will I get out of this one? I had no answers for him. I gulped, knowing he might think I was acting weird if I don't speak up. "I saw something," I said without thinking. Then I winked. "Nice Adam's apple you got there." I berated myself for saying my thoughts aloud; why did I say that? I almost facepalmed myself but stopped to go with the flow. "It suits you; God took his time to create you, unlike the way he made other men."

He chuckled, and I was glad he didn't take it the wrong way. "You are so good at flattery; there's so much your father didn't tell me about you." 'Because he had no idea.' I didn't say that out loud.

"You will get to know me, Mr. Clinton," I smiled while stroking my long hair. He chuckled again before getting up. "I'll go take a bath then. And thanks for the early breakfast in bed."

"Mr. Clinton, I told you; you don't have to thank me; I'm your personal cook; it's my job," I winked at him.

"Okay then," he said before leaving for the door to his bathroom.

The perfect opportunity to get his scent; I lay on his bed and tossed from one side to another. I knew I was supposed to do this at the end of my road map, but I couldn't help it. His manly scent triggered my emotions again. I sighed. 'Can I be able to wait until the right time, just as I planned, and not rush things to satisfy my desire for him? I shook my head at the thought. I am crazily in love with Xavier Clinton.