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Mischievous glint, on point.
Charming smile, very on point.
Overall smug expression, through the roof.
I had no choice but to ask him; otherwise, I would obsess about this the whole day.
"Sam, is there anything you'd like to tell me?"
That playful glint in his eyes turned smoldering. "About what?"
"I don't know. You tell me." I crossed my legs, standing straighter, suddenly feeling sassy.
He chuckled while he took the pan off the stove and put the eggs on two plates. Then he garnished them with sliced tomatoes and avocado.
Wow. I hadn't seen this side of Sam before. The man was thorough. He put the two plates down and sat on the chair next to me.
"Sam, what are you doing?"
"Buying time," he replied easily.
"You need more time before you answer my question?"
He turned around, facing me, and I did the same. The insides of his thighs were touching the outsides of my mine. The contact zinged through me. I sucked in a breath, darting my tongue out and wetting my lower lip. It suddenly felt dry. Sam's gaze was fixed on my mouth. My body started to shake slightly.
"The thing is, Avery, you asked me not to remind you."
"My God, I did?"
"Yeah, and I promised. And as you know, I'm nothing if not a man of my word."
I couldn't believe it. That meant I definitely spilled some secrets last night.
I couldn't look away from him. Our gazes were locked. I also couldn't bring myself to restart that conversation, so instead I shifted in my seat, turning around so I faced my plate. I immediately dug in, eating a mouthful of egg, half a slice of avocado, and half a cherry tomato.
"This is great," I said. "Very nourishing."
"I'm glad you approve."
Even without looking, I knew he hadn't shifted positions, so he was still looking at me, waiting. My heart rate accelerated. I felt his presence intensely. The wall between us was full of sexy tension, but it was still a wall in my head. I had reasons for keeping the structure in place. I was the one who left, yes, and I broke my own heart in the process too. But I wasn't ready to open that old wound. It had never healed. I still had the scabs to prove it, and I didn’t want to pick at them.
A few seconds later, he turned his focus to his plate, and I felt I could breathe a little more easily.
"What are you doing today?" he asked as we both enjoyed our breakfast.
"I’ll work on my Etsy store and beg a few factories to work with me. My stock is running low. After that, I promised Alana that I’d take her out for drinks. I want to treat her to thank her for being a good friend and letting me camp on her couch."
"So Alana gets special treatment, but I don't."
"Apparently you get plenty of special treatment. And you repay me by using unorthodox ways to fish confessions from me. Which you don't even want to share."
"Avery."
Oh God.He'd said my name in a low whisper, along with a groan. The sound made my panties combust.
"First of all,” he continued, “you were the one making the cocktails."
Oh, that's right. I remember. So I set myself up."True, I can't blame you for that." I turned around. Big mistake. I hadn't realized he'd leaned in, and now we were much too close. I could see the gray flecks in his blue eyes. The last time I was this close to him, we were together in high school. "I can still put a little bit of blame on you."
