Considering my flight wasn’t until the following day and all I had was my basketball game with his dad that afternoon, he surely knew he had me for the morning.
I sat up, rubbing my hand against my face, feeling surprisingly refreshed. “I normally don’t sleep that well,” I remarked.
“This retirement thing must be good for you.”
Although, I attributed the rest I got more to jerking off to fantasies of being with him and to having his scent right beneath my nose all night than to my freedom from work obligations. It had been nice to let loose all that tension we’d worked up together the night before. At the same time, sitting next to him with a bit of morning wood kept the desire all too alive and well.
“Or maybe you just need to crash on my couch more often,” he added. “Now come on. I made breakfast. I wasn’t sure if you’d want bacon or sausage, so I made both, and eggs too. But if you’re vegan, I can figure something else out.”
“That might be the most goddamned adorable thing I’ve ever heard you say.”
He grinned, rising to his feet. “Stick around. I can be pretty goddamned adorable.”
“I have no doubt about that.”
“Now go clean off. I know I showed you where everything is, but feel free to let me know if you need anything else.”
“Oh, wow. You should have said this place was even more accommodating than a hotel.”
I headed into the bathroom and refreshed a bit before joining him in the kitchen, where he already had sausage links and bacon plated. He transferred scrambled eggs over to one of the plates before setting the skillet back on the stove and glancing over his shoulder. His gaze shifted to my boxers, and noticing my erection, he called out, “Holy fucking shit!” He spun around. “Dude, watch the loaded gun.”
“Please. Like you didn’t see it in my speedo in PV.”
He grabbed my plate and passed it to me. “Apparently, it wasn’t at its full girth.”
“It was fairly girthy when we were dancing.”
“Oh, you need silverware,” he said, fetching me some from the drawer. “I’ll fix you something to drink if you want to go ahead and sit down. What do you want? Coffee? Tea? Chardonnay?Mimosa?”
“Whatever you’re having.” Of course, I knew by the way he’d listed my options that I was going to wind up with a mimosa, which suited me fine.
I returned to his living area, to the round dining table set in front of the main window that overlooked his building’s courtyard. I took a whiff of the food he’d made, and damn, it smelled so fucking good.
I was fucking starving.
“There’s this QT down the street,” Ty said. “Sometimes when Jesse and I would spend a night partying and be hungover the next morning, we’d head down and grab us a buffalo chicken wrap to share. Oh, those things are so good. Almost went and grabbed one, but assumed a big, beefy guy like you needed a big, beefy breakfast.”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t want to show off your cooking skills,” I teased.
“Pretend? More like proud to show them off,” Ty said, coming in with his plate. He set it in the space beside me before fetching the mimosas. When he sat down, his bare foot touched mine—something I couldn’t have believed was accidental, especially with the sneaky way he looked at me, as though he’d gotten away with murder.
“I’m imagining you in an apron, serving me like this.”
“Just the apron,” he said with a smile.
“Of course. Although, you could wear those briefs. That would be fine by me too.”
He raised his champagne flute, which shimmered with the orange glow of OJ. “A toast?”
How could I fucking resist when he made it seem so goddamn cute? I raised mine, and he thought for a moment before saying, “To new friends.”
“To new friends.”
“And more,” he said quickly before tapping our glasses together.
Sneaky fuck.
My smile mirrored his as I enjoyed a sip. “Mmmm…just how I prefer it, with a good dose of orange juice.”
