Southern Hospitality Ch. 02

Ash poured the strong black coffee, steaming, into a wide rimmed white cup, adding the milk and sugar as she had seen her ask for once or twice while over at his house with his mom. He stirred the coffee delicately with a spoon before setting it down and lifting up the cup, feeling the heat seep through the cup to warmup his hands.
He turned, hearing a noise at the door and smiled to find Laura standing there. She looked oddly anxious. Her hair was tied up, her body clasped in the warm embrace of a thick fluffy robe, her face lacking in the fine makeup she had been sporting the night before. She looked less the sultry seductress and more... A real, genuine woman.
"Wow... You look amazing..." he said softly, there she stood. The pinnacle of beauty, as he knew she would.
Laura stared at the boy. Her coffee clasped in his dainty hands, this young nubile vision of perfection before her, hair perfect, body smooth, his boxers tight around the curve of his hips and thighs, his eyes so wide and genuine, so innocent. Did he think that of her? Now? When she was like this? She had half been expecting a wince of regret on his features. Instead, she found herself blushing.
Laura subconsciously ran a hand across the top of her head, trying to control her frizz and distract from her blush. "Thank you..." she bit her lip, stepping towards him, hands moving to relinquish the cup from his hands and bring it into her own, where she needed it. "You don't look so bad yourself..."
He smirked playfully, sitting back up on the counter, bringing them to eye level as he picked up his juice, taking another slow sip. "After the morning's done I'll head home for a little while... Just check in with my mom and grab a change of clothes... Then I'll be right back here."
Laura eyed him over as she took a slow, much-needed sip of her coffee, letting a small hum of pleasure slip free as she swallowed, eying her teen partner over admiringly. "You want to spend the whole day here with me?..." she asked, a mild air of surprise to her words.