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“I just got up,” he yawned. “And my meter batteries are dead. I have to run to the store this morning.”
“Did you think of stealing them from one of the remotes?”
He stared at me. Coming around the counter, he drew me into his arms. His hand buried in the back of my hair, tilting my face to look up at him. “You’re fucking brilliant.”
“You always thought so.”
“I was always right, too.” His lips brushed my forehead, lingering, and I knew he wanted more than that. I could barely contain the shivers cascading through me like a waterfall. My toes curled. A warm blanket seemed to envelop me whenever he showed this affection.
My fingers flexed on his pecs, his warm skin beneath my palms anchoring me to the moment. The moment… Felix and me. No one else. Nothing else. Nowhere else.
“Why don’t you go check?” I whispered, not wanting to leave this instant, but needing to. We both had places to be today. “I’ll start the food.”
“Okay.” He kissed my forehead again. It was still a long moment before he stepped back. Neither of us seemed in a hurry to part, but the day needed to go on.
After watching him for a second, longing to run my hands all over him, to strip him down and have my way with him, I turned toward the groceries. Leaving what I’d need on the counter, I stowed the rest in the fridge. My eyes momentarily closed in frustration when I took in the contents before adding mine. An orange juice, butter, Wonder bread, and beer. Good lord.
“Yeah, I know. I needed to go shopping,” he said. He sat at the counter and changed the batteries in his meter. While I started scrambling eggs, I watched him prick his fingertip then use the test strip he’d loaded into the device. He grimaced.
“More meat and no toast?” I asked. I knew the drill. He could have carbs—in fact, he should—but sometimes, less was definitely more.
“It’s a little high.” He pulled a hypodermic needle from where it was stored in his kit then retrieved the vial of insulin from the fridge. Turning away while he measured his dose, I focused on starting the sausage cooking. As it sizzled, I finished scrambling up the eggs—probably whisking them more than they needed to be. Anything to keep from watching him. Seeing him give himself shots had always been difficult for me.
“All done,” he said quietly. I heard him open a cupboard then the small click of the needle being deposited into his sharps container.
“Never gets easier for me,” I said ruefully.
“Sorry.”
I blew out a breath. “And as I always say… Like it’s your fault your diabetic? It is what it is, and I’m thankful there’s a way for you to manage it. I just wish you hadn’t decided to say screw it. You really could have died!”
He sighed. “I’m sorry I let it get so out of hand.”
“Promise you’ll do better?”
“I will. It was stupid.”
I was glad he could see that. “What time is your appointment today?”
He had to go in for more testing, and since we both had the day off—him because it had been mandated and me because it was my scheduled off day—I intended to shuttle him there.
“Ten.”
“I guess we better get moving then.” We had time, but I didn’t want to wolf down our food. Searching around I found some paper plates and served up our meal of sausage, eggs and berries since I knew they had a low glycemic load for him.
“Go out with me tonight?” he asked, almost nonchalant when he picked up his fork. Nothing about his posture jibed with that. Every bit of him focused on my response.
“Let’s see how your appointment goes,” I hedged. “Then we can talk about it.”
I was going to say yes. I just knew I was.
Chapter Six
~ Felix ~
“You really don’t think people will notice you on the other side of my truck?” I asked. I couldn’t say I knew or understood exactly what Breezy was thinking. Right then, she sat beside me, yet she’d insisted that we have dinner in Savannah, so none of the locals in Sizzle Beach knew we were together.
“Everyone is so in everyone else’s business. I don’t want the world to know yet.”
