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That said, I’d rather sleep in with Elias and Caelan in bed with me. I wonder where they have gone to, probably not far. And my question is soon answered by the aroma of cooking from downstairs.
Crawling to the edge of the bed, I glance around. I don’t really want to go downstairs naked, if only because being naked around cooking things, potentially hot oil and the like, doesn’t seem like the best idea, but I also feel too lazy to get dressed properly.
The clothes from last night are still scattered all over the floor. With a grin, I scoop up Elias’ shirt and shrug that on, only buttoning it to halfway up my chest. It swamps me a little, and I have to push up the sleeves to free my hands. The hem hangs low enough to cover the top of my thighs. My panties are torn apart and unwearable, thanks to Caelan, but I find his boxer briefs instead and pull those on. He is slim enough and they’re tight enough on him that they won’t immediately fall off me, at least. I don’t bother with anything more than that.
It turns out to be Caelan in the kitchen. He’s poking at a frying pan, and a bowl of pancake mix is on the counter with batter dribbling over the edge from where he’s poured it but hasn’t bothered to clean the lip.
“Mornin’, Shan. What would you like on your pancakes?” he starts before turning around to face me. He almost knocks the pan clean off the stove in his distraction. “Christ,” Caelan says, the desire in his eyes immediate and obvious. “Goddamn tease, coming down here looking like that.”
When I pad across the tile to join him, he grabs me by the waist and pulls me in to kiss me firmly.
“Mmm… couldn’t be bothered to get dressed properly.”
Caelan snorts. “’Course. Nothing to do with trying to give me an instant boner, I’m sure.”
I grin. “Did I give you an instant boner?”
“You’re lucky I don’t have a wooden spoon, or I’d spank you so hard with it right now.”
I laugh and kiss Caelan again but leave off for the time being. I knew coming downstairs in nothing but Elias’ shirt would probably get a reaction, and it’s an enormous boost to my ego to know theywantme like that. But I also don’t want to push too hard on the teasing. Caelan probably wouldn’t hesitate to fuck me over the kitchen counter, which is an incredibly provocative idea in theory, and I’d be so down for some other time, but my stamina isn’t quite up to par with a demon’s. Although I feel fine now with the painkillers, it’s probably a bad idea to keep pushing so hard when I’m already wrecked from last night.
So I settle onto the stool behind the island counter, propping my chin in my hands as I watch Caelan finish cooking the pancakes. He slides a plate to me and tosses various topping options onto the counter. He drowns his own plate in syrup and attacks it with gusto.
“Hey, Caelan?” I ask as I start to eat.
He’s not bad at pancakes, it turns out. Some are a little burned at the edges, but they’re good. The batter is tasty enough.
“Mmph?” Caelan replies, mouth full, and I laugh.
Elias would have words to say about Caelan trying to talk while eating, I’m sure.
But that’s kind of what’s bothering me.
“Where’s Elias? Is he working or something?”
Caelan slows, finishing his mouthful and putting his plate down before answering. He hesitates, then shrugs. “He’s just being a stupid drama queen.”
“What?”
“He’s hanging out in the abyss sulking or something.”
“Oh.” I glance down at the remains of my pancakes, appetite suddenly abating. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Wha… no! Hey, c’mon, doll, don’t look like that. Elias is a fuckin’ idiot, that’s all.”
“Everything seemed fine yesterday,” I say doubtfully.
Caelan huffs an irritated laugh. “Yeah, he makes itseemthat way. Look, I’ve been hanging around that prick for years, and I have never in my life met anyone who is worse at dealing with addressing their feelings. Whatever shit has crawled up his ass, it’s been festering for a long time. It ain’t your fault.”
Direct or not, the sinking sensation in my stomach is very convincing. There must be some reason that ties back to me. All those little moments I remember when he seemed off. While we were shopping yesterday, the way he’d gotten so lost in thought staring at me after that date when he’d explained about his past.
“Do you know what he’s upset about?”
Caelan fidgets, then sighs. “I can take a guess why he’s sulking today in particular.”
“Why?”
“We were gonna ask you something last night, but then he went off rambling about goddamn souls and shit, and then you were drunk and horny, and you know how that played out.” At least that seems to spark his humor again, and he’s leering by the time he’s finished speaking.
