“No wonder you always look so fresh then,” she chuckles. “Surprised you get any sleep at all with all that snoring, but those eye pads must work magic.”
I drop my shoulders, let a breath out, and turn on a frown. “Snore?”
“Like a freight train.”
“I don’t snore.”
“Yeah, you do,” Kaden says, padding into the kitchen. Sleep creases on his cheek. From my pillows. I love that.
“Do not.”
“You both do,” Iggy states around a bite of eggs.
“Why are you so perky?” Kaden frowns at her. “You should feel like shit. You had like twelve shots last night.”
“I don’t get hungover.”
Kaden and I share a look.
“Anyway, I need to take off, but thanks for last night! It was fun. Kaden, there’s coffee and eggs,” she says, rinsing her cup and putting it in the dishwasher. “And Seth, your couch is amazing. I slept like a princess. See you guys later.” And then she’s off.
Kaden drops down beside me. “You think she heard anything?”
I shake my head. “She’d have said something in that case.”
He yawns and rakes a hand through his hair. “When do you need to leave?”
“I’ve got one at twelve, so,” I reach for my phone, checking the time. “I need to leave in thirty. How ‘bout you?”
“Two-fifteen,” he says, putting some scrambled eggs on a plate and begins to eat.
“You can stay until then, if you want.” My place’s closer to the studio anyway.
“Yeah? You don’t mind?”
“No,” I shake my head. “Grab a shower and stuff. And you can borrow a hoodie of mine if you need a change.”
“Thanks,” he smiles, making my stomach flutter.
Kaden finishes his breakfast, and we clean up the kitchen together. Iggy seems to have kept herself busy taking care of last night’s mess in the living room, and I’m so grateful for that because if I’d have to even go near a shot glass now, the coffee in my belly wouldn’t have stayed for long.
“Alright,” I say, putting my shoes on. “Here’s a key. You can eat whatever you want, and there’re towels in the—”
“In the drawer in the bathroom,” he nods. “I got it.”
I chuckle. “’kay, see you later.”
At one-thirty, Kaden walks into the studio, wearing my white RTA hoodie. The wordSINNERis printed on the front in black letters. It’s the first time I’ve seen Kaden wearing white, and he looks sinfully hot. The contrast between his black hair and the light fabric does things to his features. Makes his eyes greener, too.
Damnit! Why does he have to be so damn beautiful when he can’t be mine?
He walks up to the counter, smelling like me—my body wash, my fabric softener, my—
“Is that my cologne?”
“Yeah, I borrowed some. That okay?”
Marry me already, you stupid, wonderful man.
