I pull a mug down from the cabinet and fill it with coffee, my hands unsteady. “You take anything in it?”
He shakes his head and grabs the mug, lifting it to his lips, closing his eyes to enjoy the caffeine as he leans a hip against the counter. When he opens his eyes, he catches me staring like a weirdo. To cover it, I step back and top off my already full coffee, just to give my hands something to do.
“You eat breakfast?”
He shifts on his feet. “Not this early in the morning.”
“Cool. Yeah, me neither.”
He tilts his head, and we continue to stand there, sipping our coffees.
“So, we’ve got the details we need for this morning?” I ask, hoping to move this pile of awkward along.
He looks down, nodding to his feet. “Uh, yep. Seven Pines is the place. DB said no intelligence gathering, so just a quick takedown. Grab any phones, computers, laptops we see.”
“That’s good. Nice and easy.”
“Yep. Nice and easy.”
Oh god, this is painful.
Worse is the downturn of his pretty lips, the way his eyes look a little sad.
All because I opened my big mouth.
And then fucked him senseless when he showed me kindness.
We talk over each other, upping the cringe factor by about a thousand percent.
“So, I don’t really know how to…”
“And then after the takedown, we’ll…”
Anders gestures in my direction. “Um, you go ahead, Omar. You said you didn’t know how to do something?”
I freeze momentarily, slightly terrified by what I was going to admit. Maybe I should just make something up.
Except…why start now?
I drop my forehead to my hand. “God, I suck at this.”
His hand immediately comes to my arm, so fucking sweet. “You suck at what?”
I run a hand through my hair.Don’t overthink it.
“I suck at the morning after.”
“Oh.”
He really does have a disastrous poker face, clearly disappointed and unsure of who I am this morning after what we did together.
“Screw it,” I mutter, crowding him as I take the coffee from his hands. I pull at the loose knot so that his sun-bleached hair falls to his shoulders, then run my fingers through the ends until they lie smooth.
Stroking his jaw, I shake my head. “Fucking beautiful.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as I cup the back of his head and bring him in for a slow, sleepy kiss. He startles at the contact but quickly adjusts. He leans his warm body against mine, letting me wrap him up in my arms. His inhale is a little unsteady as he nuzzles against my neck, and his soft beard lights up the sensitive skin. I can feel it in my toes.
There’s a sweetness to the way he’s kissing up my neck—the same sweetness he had when allowing me to hold him, to slip inside of him.
