Pancakes Descriptive Writing

Kadence I woke to the smell of pancakes, and syrup. My mouth watering to the point I'm gagging on my spit. Gross right? My apologies... I open my eyes, cringing in pain, and feel a weird sticky feeling on my shoulder. Looking down, I spot a big ass bite and my eyes widen in shock. That's a big ass hickey! Those are my firsts thoughts. Hilarious right? No, not at all. I look around for the first time, and realize these surroundings are very unfamiliar. I'm laying on an extremely comfortable water bed, that feels like a cloud. My head is resting on a foam pillow, and I feel the soft fabric of the pillowcase. Beside the bed is a dresser made of mahogany wood with a lamp that has a dark blue shade over it. I blink as my eyes adjust more to the

I sniff the air, still smelling pancakes when suddenly the door flies open, and the man from my dream stands in the doorway. I stare at him for what seems like an hour, and he smiles at me. I blush and look at him in confusion. He steps inside the room and pulls a plate out behind him. Take a guess what's on the plate? Yeah, pancakes with syrup. I stare at them, and my mouth waters; like a dog staring a piece of stake. "Would you like them?" He asks interrupting my thoughts. My jaw immediately drops in shock. Have you ever heard the sound of a god?! That's what he sounds like! His voice is extremely deep, like deeper than the abyss. It has a rich husky smooth tone to it. It sounds like what dark chocolate would sound like. Does that make sense? Probably not, sorry... "You didn't poison them did you?" I ask hesitantly, he smirks and takes another step closer. "I might have." He says winking at me. "No, love, I didn't." He closes the distance and sits beside me, placing the plate on my tummy. "Eat

My face turns bright red, and I bite my lip thinking this through. Kiss me? I wonder. He takes a step closer, and smiles at me, lifting my chin with his hand. His eyes lock with mine, and stare passionately into my soul. He studies my body language waiting for any sign of hesitation, uncertainty, or disapproval. Then he leans down, so close I feel his body heat surround me; suffocating me like a blanket. However, I don't resist him, not even for a second. This satisfies him, and before I know it his lips land on mine, and we're locked in a slow, steady, and passionate kiss. Our hearts beating in sync, my arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands tangled in my hair. I've never felt something so magical, and amazing, not even in my entire existence. It was so overwhelming, and hear throbbingly perfect I wanted it to last forever. It only lasted for a couple seconds, before he broke away, and stepped back. I looked down, and sighed. When I looked back up, he was gone, and the agonizing pain