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Jordan shifts, tucking her feet under herself, focused on the book on her lap, and looking so damn adorable. I think I could get used to this.
Chapter 13
Jordan
Iwakeupandstretch my arms overhead. My dreams were anything but innocent, and just thinking about them makes me squirm. When Tyson was kissing me, all I wanted was to give myself to him. His touch drives me mad until it’s all I can think about. If he had encouraged me to go forward with it, I might have gone all the way before realizing what I was doing.
And I kind of wish he had. But he surprised me. He was a total gentleman.
“Get a grip,” I whisper to myself under my breath, pushing my face into the pillow. I roll over and push myself up on the bed and place my feet on the floor, glancing in the mirror above my dresser.
Oh no. I look like a mess, and not the hot kind. I can’t go out there looking like this, not when Tyson is sleeping on the couch. I scrounge around for a brush and twist my hair up into a messy bun and pull a sweater over my head on top of my pajamas. A little better, but maybe I can sneak into the bathroom before he wakes up and at least brush my teeth and wash my face.
I creep out of the room.
“Good morning.” Tyson isn’t on the couch. The blanket I gave him is folded neatly, with the pillow set on top. He’s in the kitchen, standing at the stove wearing my kitchen apron. It’s a hilarious sight, pulled way too tight around his bulky chest, with barely enough string at the back for a knot. How he tied it behind him is beyond me. The smell of coffee is almost enough to distract me from the fact that beneath the apron he’s completely shirtless.
“I, uh—“ I dart into the bathroom and slam the door behind me. “I’ll be right out!” I shout through the door.
It’s so not fair that even hisbackis sexy. I repeatedly splash cold water on my face and stare into the mirror until I feel human. Long after my face is clean, I continue splashing cold water on my cheeks until I begin to shiver. At least my dirty thoughts are suppressed.
I begin to brush my teeth when there’s a knock at the door.
“Did you drown in there? Breakfast is ready.”
“I thought you didn’t eat breakfast.” It comes out garbled through a mouthful of foamy toothpaste.
“I can make exceptions. Hurry it up, it’s getting cold.”
I open the door and can’t help but laugh. “That’s a look.”
He gestures at the pink, frilly apron. “You like?”
“Mm, I don’t think it’s going to be the next big fashion trend.”
“Fine, fine.” He reaches behind his back and unties the apron string and pulls it off over his head.
I gulp. It’s better than I imagined in any of my fantasies. His stomach is chiseled and smooth, a thin trail of hair leading from his belly button down to the band of his jeans. I’m staring, and I don’t try to hide it.
“Come on, let’s eat before it gets cold.” He takes my hand and draws me over to the table, pulling out my chair for me to sit.
“Wow, I should let you sleep on my couch more often.” I pick up a piece of toast and bite into it. It’s not quite as much butter as I like, but it’s still delicious, and gets bonus points since I didn’t have to make it myself.
“It was surprisingly comfortable. Thanks for the toothbrush, by the way.” He raises a forkful of eggs to his lips first.
“Thank my mom,” I say around a mouthful of toast. “She made sure everything was stocked up in hopes I’d have friends over some time.”
“But you haven’t?”
“Only Cole.” I jolt upright. “Oh shit, what time is it?”
I’m supposed to meet Cole at Cupitol and if I miss it, he’ll be suspicious.
“Quarter past seven. What’s the matter? I can drive you if you’ve got someplace to be.”
Early. I relax. “Oh, no, that’s okay. I meet Cole every morning for coffee at a place down the street and I just don’t want to miss it. He’ll show up here if I’m not there.”
“Ah,” Tyson says, moving on to his unbuttered toast. “That could be awkward. Will he come out in this?” He nods at the window. The snow has stopped coming down, but it looks like we got at least another three inches before I went to bed.
