I took them and smiled. “Thanks, Baby.”
He beamed up at me and signed “Home,” with a questioning look.
“Hell yeah, let’s go home.” I answered.
It sounded like the best idea I had ever heard.
Chapter twenty-four
Wakingupthenextmorning, I felt a lot better. Jinx hadn’t been hungry and I hadn’t been in the mood, so we had just drifted to sleep in a delightful tangle of limbs, all snuggled up. The closeness and the affection had done wonders on my sense of wellbeing.
I didn’t need my family’s approval. What I had done to Rufus was shitty but it was done now and couldn’t be helped. I had Jinx in my arms and that was all I needed.
He stirred and lifted his head off of my chest to look up at me. I smiled at him.
“Good morning,” he signed.
“Good morning,” I agreed.
Sunlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains. Outside the birds were singing. Happiness and contentment bubbled through me.
“Breakfast?” I asked.
Jinx nodded keenly.
“Food breakfast, not sex breakfast,” I clarified.
He pulled a face and signed, “I know.”
“Just teasing,” I chuckled.
Though looking into his beautiful eyes and feeling the warmth of his body pressed against mine was beginning to make me think sex breakfast wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Stripping the soft cotton pajamas off of him wouldn’t take long.
Groaning, I quickly dislodged him and rolled out of bed before I was distracted. He wasn’t my sex slave, he was my boyfriend and boyfriends did non-sex things together.
He followed me into the kitchen. My stomach rumbled. Breakfast first and then shower was definitely the right order for today. I had hardly eaten anything at the disastrous dinner and now my body was very keen to remind me of that.
“What do you fancy?” I asked.
Jinx grinned and pointed at me. I barked out a laugh. He was such a dork.
“Eggs,” he signed.
“Boiled, poached, fried or scrambled?”
He gave me a confused look. Tilting his head in that adorable way that he did when he was trying to understand.
“Wait a sec, I’ll go get my phone and show you pictures.”
I quickly padded to the bedroom to fetch my phone. As I walked back, I pulled up pictures of cooked eggs. I handed the phone to Jinx and watched in amusement as his eyes widened. He tapped on one picture, holding up the phone to show me, with a look of amazement on his face.
I chuckled. “Scrambled eggs it is.”
He watched me like a hawk as I cracked the eggs and stirred them in the pot. When they started to form he squealed in delight. It reminded me of when I was a kid, standing on a stool in the kitchen watching the cook make scrambled eggs. I too had thought it was magic.
“Make some toast?” I suggested.
He nodded and moved gracefully around the kitchen. He went straight to where I kept the bread. He had a keen eye and a good memory. Then he eyed the toaster with suspicion before pushing the button and I couldn’t help grinning. His wonderment of the everyday was infectious. It made me see the world through new, far more appreciative eyes. There were wonders all around me that familiarity had made me take for granted.
