I jerked straight up in bed, confus

I jerked straight up in bed, confused and disorientated. It was damn near close to four am when I’d finally fallen asleep and I had no idea what woke me. I twisted in bed, groaning when I saw that it was only eight in the morning.
On a Sunday. 
Flopping onto my back, I stared up at the ceiling. Once I was awake, there was no hope of ever— 
Thump. Thump. Thump. 
I sat up again, frowning. Someone was banging on a door—my door. What the hell? Throwing off the covers, I swung my legs off the bed. My toe caught on the sheet and I nearly ate the carpet. 
“Holy crap.”
Cursing, I raced through the apartment before the entire building was woken up. I stretched up, peering through the peep hole. All I could see was a mass of wavy dark hair. Cam?
Something had to be wrong. Maybe the building was on fire, because I couldn’t think of any other reason to why he’d be banging on my door Sunday morning. 
“Is everything okay?” I winced at the sound of my voice. 
Cam spun around. A crooked smile appeared, taking his already extraordinary face and making it boyishly sexy.  “No, but it will be in about fifteen minutes.”
“W-w-what?” I stepped aside or was forced aside as he entered my apartment, carrying something wrapped in tinfoil, a carton of eggs—huh?—and a tiny frying pan. “Cam, what are you doing? It’s eight in the morning.”
“Thanks for the update on the time.” He headed straight for my kitchen. “It’s one thing I’ve never been able to master: the telling of time.”
I frowned as padded after him. “Why are you here?”
“Making breakfast.”
“You can’t do that in your own kitchen?” I ask, scrubbing at my eyes. After the astronomy assignment and the phone call, he was the last person I wanted to see at a buttcrack time in the morning.
“My kitchen isn’t as exciting as yours.” He put his stuff on the counter and faced me. His hair was damp and curlier than normal. How was it possible for him to look so good when it was obvious he’d just rolled out of bed and showered? There wasn’t even a dusting of morning scruff on his smooth cheeks. And he made sweats and a plain old tee shirt look damn good.  “And Ollie is passed out on the living room floor.”
“On the floor?”
“Yep. Face down, snoring and drooling a little. It’s not an appetizing atmosphere.”
“Well, neither is my apartment.” He needed to go. He had no business being here.
Cam leaned against my counter, folding his arms. “Oh, I don’t know about that…” His gaze moved from the top of my disheveled head and all the way down to the tips of my curled toes. It was like a physical touch, causing my breath to catch. “Your kitchen, right this second, is very appetizing.”
A flush crawled across my cheeks. “I’m not going out with you, Cam.”
“I didn’t ask you at this moment, now did I?” One side of his lips curved up. “But you will eventually.”
My eyes narrowed. “You’re delusional.”
“I’m determined.”
“More like annoying.”
“Most would say amazing.”
I rolled my eyes. “Only in your head.”
“In many heads is what you meant,” he replied, turning back to my stove. “I also brought banana nut bread baked in my very own oven.” 
Shaking my head, I glared at his back. “I’m allergic to bananas.”
Cam spun around, brows raised in disbelief. “Are you shitting me?”
“No. I’m not. I’m allergic to bananas.”
“Man, that’s a damn shame. You have no idea what you’re missing out on. Bananas make the world a better place.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Anything else you’re allergic to?”
“Besides penicillin and guys who bust up into my apartment? No.”
“Hardy-har-har,” he replied, dipping down as he started opening cabinets. “How many weaker, less assured guys have you slayed with that tongue of yours?”
“Apparently not enough,” I muttered. I went to adjust my bracelet and realized I wasn’t wearing it. My heart dropped. “I’ll be right back.”
Humming to himself, Cam nodded. I darted back to my bedroom and grabbed the bracelet off the nightstand and slipped it on. A shudder of relief went through me. Halfway out of the bedroom, I glanced down and cursed again.
No bra. 
The thin material of my shirt stretch taut across my chest and my nipples were poking out, saying hello. “Oh, Jesus.”
Tossing the shirt off, I grabbed a sports bra out of my dresser. 
“Hey! Are you hiding back there?” yelled Cam. “Because I will come back there and drag you out.”
Sports bra stuck around my head and breasts bouncing everywhere, I blanched. I yanked it down, smushing my right boob. Ow! “Don’t you dare come in here!”
“Then hurry up. My eggs wait for no one.”
“Oh my God,” I muttered, pulling my shirt back on. I made it to the hallway before I then realized I also hadn’t brushed my teeth. Cam and his eggs were going to have to wait. 
When I returned to the kitchen, he had several eggs boiling in water, and a perfect sunny side up egg in the little frying pan he’d brought. He’d found the bag of shredded cheese in my fridge and was sprinkling it across the eggs. 
Seeing him in my kitchen, at my stove unnerved me. Knots formed low in my belly as he easily found the plates and silverware. I crossed my arms, shuffling from side to side. “Cam, why are you over here?”
“I already told you.” He slid the eggs onto a plate and then walked them over to the bistro set butted up to the wall. “Do you want toast? Wait. Do you have bread? If not, I can—”
“No. I don’t need toast.” He’d taken complete control of my kitchen! “Don’t you have anyone else to bother?” 
“There are a shit ton of people that I could reward with my presence, but I chose you.”
This had to be the most bizarre morning ever. I watched him a moment longer. Giving up on getting him out of my apartment, I sat in the high-rise chair, tucking my legs against my chest. I picked up a fork. “Thanks.”
“I choose to believe that you mean that.” 
“I do!”
He flashed a quick grin. “I doubt that for some reason.”
Now I felt like a total bitch. “I do appreciate the eggs. I’m just surprised to see you here… at eight in the morning.”
“Well, to be honest, I was planning to woo you with my banana nut bread, but that shit ain’t happening now. So all I have left is my delicious eggs.”
I took a bite of the cheesy goodness. “It is really good, but you’re not wooing me.”
“Oh, I’m wooing.” He opened up the fridge and grabbed a bottle of OJ. Pouring two glasses, he sat one in front of me. “It’s just all about the stealth. You don’t realize it yet.”
Dropping that no win conversation, I moved on. “Aren’t you eating?”
“I am. I like boiled eggs.” Cam gestured to the stove as he sat in the chair opposite of mine. He popped his chin on his fist, and I focused on my plate. The bastard looked too adorable and cute. “So, Avery Morgansten, I’m all yours.”
I almost choked on the piece of egg. “I don’t want you.”
“Too bad,” he replied, grinning. “Tell me about yourself.”
Oh hell to the no, the bonding shit wasn’t happening. “Do you do this often? Just walk into random girls’ apartments and make eggs?”
“Well, you’re not random, so technically no.” He got up and checked the eggs boiling. “And I might be known to surprise lucky ladies every now and then.”
“Seriously? I mean, you do this normally?”
Cam glanced over his shoulder at me. “With friends, yes, and we’re friends, aren’t we, Avery?”
My mouth opened. Were we friends? I guessed so, but still. Was this normal? Or was Cam just that confident? He did things like this, because he knew he could, that no one would really make him leave. Most people probably wouldn’t want him to leave. And I could’ve made him get the hell out if I’d really wanted to and that was the truth. Cam was the kind of guy who was probably used to getting what he wanted.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Aku tersentak lurus ke atas di tempat tidur, bingung dan disorientated. Itu hampir dekat dengan empat am Kapan saya akhirnya tertidur dan aku tidak tahu apa membangunkan saya. Aku memutar di tempat tidur, mengerang ketika aku melihat bahwa itu hanya delapan di pagi hari.Pada hari Minggu. Menjatuhkan diri ke punggung saya, saya menatap ke langit-langit. Setelah saya terjaga, ada tidak ada harapan untuk pernah — Berdebar-debar. Berdebar-debar. Berdebar-debar. Saya duduk lagi, mengerutkan kening. Seseorang membenturkan di pintu-pintu. Apa ini? Melemparkan selimut, aku mengayunkan kaki saya dari tempat tidurnya. Jari kaki saya menangkap pada lembar dan saya hampir makan karpet. "Kudus omong kosong."Mengutuk, aku berlari melalui apartemen sebelum seluruh bangunan terbangun. Aku berbaring, mengintip melalui lubang mengintip. Semua aku bisa melihat adalah massa bergelombang rambut gelap. Cam?Sesuatu harus salah. Mungkin bangunan ini terbakar, karena aku tidak bisa memikirkan alasan lain untuk mengapa dia akan menjadi membenturkan di pintu saya minggu pagi. "Apakah semuanya baik-baik saja?" Aku meringis di suara saya. Cam berputar-putar. Senyum bengkok muncul, mengambil wajahnya sudah luar biasa dan membuatnya boyishly seksi. "Tidak, tapi itu akan berada di sekitar lima belas menit.""W-w-apa?" Aku melangkah ke samping atau dipaksa samping ketika ia memasuki apartemen saya, membawa sesuatu terbungkus tinfoil, karton telur-ya? — dan wajan kecil. "Cam, apa yang Anda lakukan? Ini adalah delapan di pagi hari.""Terima kasih untuk update pada waktu." Dia memimpin langsung untuk dapur. "Ini adalah satu hal yang aku belum pernah mampu master: menceritakan waktu."I frowned as padded after him. “Why are you here?”“Making breakfast.”“You can’t do that in your own kitchen?” I ask, scrubbing at my eyes. After the astronomy assignment and the phone call, he was the last person I wanted to see at a buttcrack time in the morning.“My kitchen isn’t as exciting as yours.” He put his stuff on the counter and faced me. His hair was damp and curlier than normal. How was it possible for him to look so good when it was obvious he’d just rolled out of bed and showered? There wasn’t even a dusting of morning scruff on his smooth cheeks. And he made sweats and a plain old tee shirt look damn good. “And Ollie is passed out on the living room floor.”“On the floor?”“Yep. Face down, snoring and drooling a little. It’s not an appetizing atmosphere.”“Well, neither is my apartment.” He needed to go. He had no business being here.Cam leaned against my counter, folding his arms. “Oh, I don’t know about that…” His gaze moved from the top of my disheveled head and all the way down to the tips of my curled toes. It was like a physical touch, causing my breath to catch. “Your kitchen, right this second, is very appetizing.”A flush crawled across my cheeks. “I’m not going out with you, Cam.”“I didn’t ask you at this moment, now did I?” One side of his lips curved up. “But you will eventually.”My eyes narrowed. “You’re delusional.”“I’m determined.”“More like annoying.”“Most would say amazing.”I rolled my eyes. “Only in your head.”“In many heads is what you meant,” he replied, turning back to my stove. “I also brought banana nut bread baked in my very own oven.” Shaking my head, I glared at his back. “I’m allergic to bananas.”Cam spun around, brows raised in disbelief. “Are you shitting me?”“No. I’m not. I’m allergic to bananas.”“Man, that’s a damn shame. You have no idea what you’re missing out on. Bananas make the world a better place.”“I wouldn’t know.”He cocked his head to the side. “Anything else you’re allergic to?”“Besides penicillin and guys who bust up into my apartment? No.”“Hardy-har-har,” he replied, dipping down as he started opening cabinets. “How many weaker, less assured guys have you slayed with that tongue of yours?”“Apparently not enough,” I muttered. I went to adjust my bracelet and realized I wasn’t wearing it. My heart dropped. “I’ll be right back.”Humming to himself, Cam nodded. I darted back to my bedroom and grabbed the bracelet off the nightstand and slipped it on. A shudder of relief went through me. Halfway out of the bedroom, I glanced down and cursed again.No bra. The thin material of my shirt stretch taut across my chest and my nipples were poking out, saying hello. “Oh, Jesus.”Tossing the shirt off, I grabbed a sports bra out of my dresser. “Hey! Are you hiding back there?” yelled Cam. “Because I will come back there and drag you out.”Sports bra stuck around my head and breasts bouncing everywhere, I blanched. I yanked it down, smushing my right boob. Ow! “Don’t you dare come in here!”“Then hurry up. My eggs wait for no one.”“Oh my God,” I muttered, pulling my shirt back on. I made it to the hallway before I then realized I also hadn’t brushed my teeth. Cam and his eggs were going to have to wait. When I returned to the kitchen, he had several eggs boiling in water, and a perfect sunny side up egg in the little frying pan he’d brought. He’d found the bag of shredded cheese in my fridge and was sprinkling it across the eggs. Seeing him in my kitchen, at my stove unnerved me. Knots formed low in my belly as he easily found the plates and silverware. I crossed my arms, shuffling from side to side. “Cam, why are you over here?”“I already told you.” He slid the eggs onto a plate and then walked them over to the bistro set butted up to the wall. “Do you want toast? Wait. Do you have bread? If not, I can—”“No. I don’t need toast.” He’d taken complete control of my kitchen! “Don’t you have anyone else to bother?” “There are a shit ton of people that I could reward with my presence, but I chose you.”This had to be the most bizarre morning ever. I watched him a moment longer. Giving up on getting him out of my apartment, I sat in the high-rise chair, tucking my legs against my chest. I picked up a fork. “Thanks.”"Aku memilih untuk percaya bahwa Anda berarti bahwa." "Saya lakukan!"Ia berkelebat menyeringai cepat. "Saya ragu bahwa untuk beberapa alasan."Sekarang aku merasa seperti brengsek. "Saya menghargai telur. Aku hanya terkejut melihat Anda di sini... di delapan di pagi hari.""Yah, jujur, saya berencana untuk merayu Anda dengan roti kacang pisang saya, tapi itu omong kosong tidak terjadi sekarang. Jadi semua yang tersisa adalah telur lezat saya."Aku mengambil gigitan dari kebaikan cheesy. "Benar-benar baik, tetapi Anda tidak merayu saya.""Oh, aku 'm merayu." Dia membuka kulkas dan meraih sebotol OJ. Menuangkan dua gelas, ia duduk satu di depan saya. "Ini adalah hanya semua tentang stealth. Anda tidak menyadarinya belum."Menjatuhkan bahwa tidak menang percakapan, saya pindah. "Anda tidak makan?""Saya. Aku seperti telur rebus." Cam memberi isyarat untuk kompor saat dia duduk di kursi di seberang saya. Ia muncul dagu pada tinjunya, dan aku terfokus pada piring saya. Bajingan itu tampak terlalu menggemaskan dan lucu. "Jadi, Avery Morgansten, aku semua milikmu."Aku hampir tersedak sepotong telur. "Saya tidak ingin Anda.""Terlalu buruk," Dia menjawab, menyeringai. "Ceritakan padaku tentang diri Anda."Oh neraka tidak, kotoran ikatan tidak terjadi. "Apakah Anda melakukan ini sering? Hanya berjalan ke apartemen acak gadis dan membuat telur?""Yah, kau tidak acak, jadi secara teknis tidak." Dia bangun dan memeriksa telur mendidih. "Dan aku mungkin dikenal untuk mengejutkan wanita beruntung setiap sekarang dan kemudian."“Seriously? I mean, you do this normally?”
Cam glanced over his shoulder at me. “With friends, yes, and we’re friends, aren’t we, Avery?”
My mouth opened. Were we friends? I guessed so, but still. Was this normal? Or was Cam just that confident? He did things like this, because he knew he could, that no one would really make him leave. Most people probably wouldn’t want him to leave. And I could’ve made him get the hell out if I’d really wanted to and that was the truth. Cam was the kind of guy who was probably used to getting what he wanted.