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“You might need to help me, though.”
Grinning, I shifted onto my side, taking her with me so we were lying chest to chest again. With her leg draped over my hip, she snuggled against me, sliding her arm around me and relaxing into sleep in a few short moments. Me, I didn’t go back to sleep straight away. My mind was turning over an idea. An idea that I was sure Ally would go for, if I suggested it to her in just the right way.
CHAPTER25
Ally
Iwoke to the sound of movement in the kitchen downstairs. What the fuck? I was lying on my stomach, my arms shoved under a pillow. The whole bed was messy, with half the blanket hanging over the edge and the sheets all rumpled.
Oh. Yes. That’s right. Gabe. That explained why my muscles were all soft and relaxed and my body felt like overcooked spaghetti. And why I’d slept so late. It was after nine o’clock.
Rolling over onto my back, I stared up at the ceiling, thinking back over the previous night. And this morning. So. Many. Orgasms. Yep, Gabe was a giver, that was for sure. But it definitely wouldn’t do to get used to it, or used to him. A one-night stand was fine, but that was it. Even though he was downstairs right now, making himself comfortable and probably brewing coffee. Yes. That’s exactly what I needed. Coffee. And also to tell him to go, of course.
I got out of bed, pulling on my pajamas. Even though I tried to stop myself, I fluffed up my hair, hoping it looked okay. Oooh boy, butterflies rioted in my belly when I first caught sight of him as I walked down the stairs. His hair was all mussed, looking exactly like I’d run my fingers through it mere hours before. What a surprise. And he had that morning stubble that my fingertips itched to run over. Frankly, he looked hot as fuck and I was not cool with it. He had no goddamn right to be standing in my kitchen, looking sweet and fuckable and making me fucking breakfast! How dare he!Suchan asshole. I felt the familiar thundercloud descend on my face in a dark scowl. Then he looked up, saw me standing at the bottom of the stairs and smiled with that glow in his eyes, like he was so goddamn happy to see me. I did something out of character for me. I smiled back. I couldn’t help myself.
“Morning.”
“Morning. What are you making?”
“Omelettes.”
“Nice. Have you had coffee?”
“Not yet. I was waiting for you.”
“I can make it.” I brushed past him in the narrow kitchen, eyeing the sliced-up omelette fixings.
“You approve?”
“Hey, I’m never going to say no to a hot guy making me breakfast.” He quirked a brow, which made me roll my eyes. I wasn’t one for giving out compliments, and he knew it, but again, I couldn’t help myself. It kind of just slipped out. “Don’t get a big head.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
I made coffee, moving to sit at the dining table when he said breakfast would be a few minutes and to take a seat. I allowed myself to admire the view, all the while trying not to notice how couply this was. Just a lazy weekend morning after a night of glorious, mind-blowing sex. If we were a real couple, we’d probably head out after breakfast to a local market, or take a walk along the river. Or maybe see a movie if the weather was bad—Stop it! Right fucking now!“What time do you have to get Jesse?”
“I texted Ellen. She said not till after lunch, because Chloe wants to show Jesse the lake, so they’re gonna do that.”
“So cute.”
“Yeah. You want salt?”
“No, thanks. I won’t need it if it tastes half as good as it smells.”
“Well then, here you go.” He brought the plates and cutlery to the table, sitting down next to me with a smile. Sinfully gorgeous.
I took a bite of the omelette.Andan amazing cook. It would be so much easier if he didn’t insist on being the complete package. Bastard. It was a bit weird for me how comfortable the silence was between us while we ate. I should have been a lot more awkward, since he was the first guy toevercook me breakfast in my kitchen. I should be all tied up in knots, anxious to get him out of there, shoving him toward the door. But I wasn’t.
“That was amazing. Thank you.” I pushed the empty plate away and reached for my coffee mug, wrapping my fingers around it and leaning back contentedly in the chair.
“You’re welcome.” He finished his breakfast and put his plate on top of mine, also reaching for his mug. “It’s almost like we’re friends or something.”
I chuckled, lifting my legs and putting them in his lap. “I guess.”
He ran his fingers lazily over the top of my foot. It was such a simple gesture, but it sent goose bumps across my skin. “I have a proposition.”
“Do you now?”
“Mmm.” Tracing a lazy pattern up my leg, making my core clench. Seriously, the things this man could do to me. He damn well knew it, too. I could see it in the way he was watching me, amusement and heat in his eyes.
