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Even through the thicker material of the hoodie I saw the poking buds of her nipples. Not sure if she was cold, turned on, or just feeling uneasy.

Her face looked tired yet relieved.

Her eyes were a mix of sleep and sex. And maybe a touch of lust.

I knew that look. I had seen it a few times on her.

Then there was her hair.

That beautiful mess of hair.

She strutted across the kitchen toward me.

There was nothing sexier than a woman with confidence.

Sage took the coffee mug from my hands. “Thanks.”

“Not sure how warm that is,” I said. “I was sort of standing here, daydreaming a little. The view from the window is nice.”

“Told you,” she said. She sipped the coffee and curled her lip. “You’re right. This isn’t hot enough for me.”

My back tightened and signals were sent to my cock.

Like missile launch codes being punched in.

Sage walked to the cabinet, opened it and reached for a coffee mug.

My eyes lit up as the hoodie pulled up the back of her legs… showing off just a little bit of her ass.

The entire scene lasted a second.

It felt like an hour to me.

Sage poured herself some coffee and asked, “What were you daydreaming about?”

I leaned against the counter with my cup of cool coffee. “Not sure you want to know.”

Sage flicked two sugar packets at the same time, tore the corners off, then dumped the sugar into her coffee.

“Were you having dirty thoughts about me, Henry?”

Oh, honey, you little, sexy, bold vixen…

“What if I was?” I whispered.

She poured half and half into her coffee, grinning. “Maybe I was doing the same thing in bed.”

“Doing anything else in bed too, honey?”

Sage turned to face me. She shrugged.

Under different circumstances I would have gladly taken that coffee cup from her hands, picked her up and made her my breakfast right there on the counter.

We both knew the reality here though.

She had a son. Travis.

I didn’t belong here. In this house. In this town.

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