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reagan
I pouredthe coffee to the top of the insulated to-go mug. Buttery toast filled the air, and I smiled to myself as Emma softly talked to Uni about her dream last night. She bounced the toy on the table, ignoring her toast and fruit.
My stomach was in tight knots as I waited for Eli to emerge from his room. I’d heard him start his shower this morning, and had tried to focus on thinking about literally anything other than his wet, naked body.
But I couldn’t get that image out of my mind.
Setting the sugar jar beside the coffee, I grabbed the breakfast sandwich I made him, and wrapped it in foil, ready for him to eat on the road.
I heard his steady footsteps, and my breath hitched. Turning my back to the entrance of the kitchen, I pretended to make my tea. It was the first thing I’d made this morning and was already half-gone, but he didn’t know that. And I didn’t have the courage to face him yet.
Not after last night.
My heart pounded, and my palms started to sweat at the memories. What had he been thinking?What had I been thinking?
I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to lift me over his shoulder like a caveman, take me to his room, and fuck me until my body ached. But that was insane, and so fucking wrong on so many levels I didn’t know where to even begin.
I could not look at my sister’s husband in a sexual way. Even if I had made myself come while I thought about him at least three times last night, it was wrong. Incredibly fucking wrong.
“Daddy!” Emma squealed, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I took a deep breath, preparing myself.
“Morning, Em,” he laughed. “You’re very awake.” How could he act like nothing had happened last night? Wasn’t he freaking out as much as I was?
Unless I’d misread the entire situation and made a fool of myself.
Shit. I hadn’t even considered that, but now that the thought was in my head, that was the only thing I could think of.
I’d totally fucked up and misread everything that happened. Surely, he was just lonely, and he’d been drinking, and was maybe horny, and I was there. He would’ve hit on anyone—had even been hitting on me?
I rubbed my forehead. Jesus Christ. I’d assumed he was talking about moving on with me, and had shut him down. Maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he’d just been asking for advice. Maybe he wanted to know if I thought it was too soon for him to think about moving on.
Fuck.
“You okay, Rae?”
I gasped as I spun around, finding him closer than I thought. His dark brows were pushed together as he stared at me, a worried expression on his face.
“Fine,” I breathed.
Why did he have to look this hot first thing in the morning? I looked like a troll, still in my pajamas—which were just an oversized shirt and yoga shorts—and my hair in a messy bun.
He, on the other hand, looked amazing. His black dress shirt was perfect, not a wrinkle in sight. His pants were creased, and his shoes? Impossibly shiny. I could use them as a mirror.
“I’m fine,” I said again. His hair was still slightly damp from his shower, his stubble a little shorter than yesterday, but still there. I loved that he kept it—
Stop. It.
I needed to stop noticing stupid things like how attractive I found his stupid stubble. So what? A million men had stubble, and they weren’t hot—no, they were. Just not as hot as Eli.
“I made you breakfast,” I blurted before he could say anything. His full lips tipped up, his eyes twinkling.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he said softly.
“It wasn’t any trouble.” I skirted around him, grabbing his foil-wrapped sandwich and holding it out to him. He let out a breathy laugh as he grabbed it. “And coffee.” I pointed at his insulated mug, ignoring the way my finger shook. He stared at me, his expression unreadable.
“Rae,” he breathed, his smile falling. “You didn’t have to do any of this.”
