He’s not wrong. It is a root cause of a lot of my panic.
And here he is. Standing here. Seeing so much of me. Understanding, knowing, but not judging. For some unfathomable reason, he doesn’t think I’m pathetic or disgusting. He knows I was a sex slave, he’s not pretending it never happened.
Yet, miraculously, when he looks into my eyes, all he sees is me.
Chapter twenty
Flyn
This is the best omelet I have ever had. Jade is watching me keenly, as if he thinks I’m about to keel over. He really is the sweetest guy ever.
I’m bundled in my bathrobe, sitting at my tiny table eating a breakfast that Jade cooked for me. My whole flat looks suspiciously clean and my ass feels wonderfully well-used.
Sweet baby Jesus, I can’t even remember how many times we did it last night. I seriously lost count. My memories are a big blur of never-ending Os. It was incredible. And now he has made me breakfast. I am one lucky man.
I’m never, ever telling him that in the world of gay hookups, tops are never, ever this caring. They just want to pound and go. And then block you.
If Jade knew how special he was, I might lose him. He is drop dead gorgeous, fantastic in bed, and he cooks and cleans. He’s a unicorn, and if people knew about how perfect he is, they’d try to steal him from me.
“I only know how to make omelets,” Jade says. “I don’t know how to make all the stuff you made me.” He flashes me an almost guilty look.
I take a swig of the freshly squeezed orange juice. “Jade, my man. This is the best omelet in the universe. I’d offer to teach you how to cook the other dishes, but then you’d outshine me.”
Jade chuckles as warmth and humor light up his eyes. It’s a damn good look on him. Hopefully, this look will start to replace the haunted, wary and shy look he normally wears.
“Are you finished?” he asks.
“Sure am,” I say as I pat my belly.
“I could make some more?” Jade bites his bottom lip.
I smile. “I’m full, thanks.”
Jade stares at me for a moment. Like he is trying to see if I’m lying. After a few heartbeats, he nods decisively.
“In that case, shower time.”
My eyebrows rise. “Yes boss!”
Jade’s cheeks flush. He looks so cute I can’t help grinning. Even when he herds me into the bathroom.
“You joining me?” I tease.
“Yes,” he states, as he starts undressing.
Wow. Okay, suddenly I’m a lot more interested in this shower. Like, a whole heap more looking forward to it.
I fumble a bit with the tie on my robe, but I’m done soon enough. I shrug it off my shoulders and just like that, I’m naked.
Jade’s eyes widen, and his cheeks flush again. His eyes are roaming all over me. Looking at me like he is a starving man and I’m cake.
“You’re so handsome,” he says softly.
Compared to him, I’m really not. But I love that he thinks so. We are going to be one of those mismatched couples where everyone always wonders how I caught him. But sod them. Jade likes the way I look, and that’s the only thing that matters.
I give him my best flirtatious wink and step into the shower. Jade follows close behind me. He lets me turn the shower on and set the temperature, but he snatches the washcloth from my hands the moment I pick it up. Before I can say anything, he starts washing me with great care. Running the cloth over my back.
Slowly, diligently, he gently scrubs every part of my body. It’s a bit sexy, but it’s mostly sweet and achingly tender.
