I run my palm slowly down her side until it’s cupping one ass cheek. I’d like to give it a little squeeze, maybe wake her up, but it’s only five in the morning. I’m an early riser, but I’m not sure MacKenzie is or if she would appreciate me waking her up so early—even for this.
Careful not to wake her, I slide out from beneath her and head to the bathroom. Standing in front of the toilet, I check out the shower. “Hell, I don’t think I’ll fit in that thing,” I mumble to myself. Certainly, us showering together is impossible in that shower stall. We’d have to do it one limb at a time. I chuckle as I shake myself. I wash my hands and wipe them on a small cloth she has next to the world’s smallest pedestal sink. I’m not sure, but I think the damned sink is one of the types that is designed for a camper or a sailboat.
In the kitchen, I search the cabinets for coffee supplies. The two-cup coffee maker sits front and center in the tiny space. The can of coffee and the filters are in the cabinet above. I measure out the coffee and press Start. Still naked, I move back into her bedroom to find my boxers. She’s now sprawled out on top of the bed like a starfish. I must have taken up some of her usual real estate. I smile, thinking how we’ll have a much bigger bed when she moves into my place.
I stop pulling up my boxers midthigh. “When she moves into my place?”What the hell am I thinking?“Jesus.” I’ve known this girl, what, two weeks? I first saw her on New Year’s Eve. It’s now…. I squeeze my eyes shut and think about the date. “Seven weeks,” I murmur.
“What’s seven weeks?” a hoarse voice says behind me.
I watch as she lifts her head off the pillow, her hair falling in wild waves all around her face. It’s sexy as hell. “We met seven weeks ago.”
“We did?”
“That doesn’t seem possible, does it?”
“Not really, no.”
I pull my boxers up around my waist and add, “I made coffee.”
“Coffee,” she says in her sexy morning voice, “I need coffee.” She hops out of bed and throws on a T-shirt. Otherwise, she’s naked, and I do my best to keep my dick in check. She steps into the kitchen and grabs a large mug and fills it with coffee. She sprinkles in the nondairy creamer. “Want one?” she asks, lifting up her cup.
“Well, that’s why I made it,” I say grumpily.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t leave you much.”
She didn’t leave meany. “You need a normal-size coffee maker.”
“Why?” she says, taking a long pull of her morning coffee.
I’m about to refill the carafe, but I stop at that comment. I shrug, feigning indifference. “Oh, no reason.” Is she for real? Wait, am I for real? I must be losing my damned mind. We met seven weeks ago, and a lot of that time has been spent trying to figure out how to see her again. How many days have we actually spent together? Days? How many hours, would be more accurate. Hours we’ve actually spent together, add it up, and it might be a total of four days. What’s wrong with me? That amount of time, and I’m talking to myself about her moving in with me. Shit, the fact that I’ve been talking to myselfat allshould be an indication that I’ve lost it. I suddenly feel claustrophobic.
I leave the coffee carafe on the counter and walk into the bedroom. Pulling on the jeans and shirt from yesterday, I find one sock, but the other is MIA. “Screw it.” I decide to leave one foot sockless. I grab my shoes and slip them on. Walking out into the living area, I pick up my coat from her one and only chair.
“You’re leaving? Right now?” MacKenzie is frowning at me over her coffee mug.
“Yeah. Got shit to do.” I’ve got a lot of thinking to do—that’s what I’ve got to do.
“I was hoping we could have breakfast together,” she says, looking confused.
Damn it, she looks adorable.What the hell?
“Sam?”
I turn to her as I’m sliding on my jacket. “I don’t have time today. Sorry, babe.” I lean over and kiss her forehead. “Talk to you soon. Maybe we could get together midweek?”
MacKenzie smiles weakly. “Sure. Great.”
I jog up the steps and unlock her door. Shit, I didn’t show her how to use that damn smart lock. I’ll get Gill to do it. I open the door and step out into a cold, dark February morning. “Of course, it’s cold. It’s still pitch-black.” I stomp to my car, hittingthe key fob on the way. I feel like I can’t get away fast enough. “Need to clear my head,” I mumble to myself. Tearing away from the curb, I run my fingers through my hair repeatedly. Frustrated, I start pulling on it.
“Call Perri,” I say aloud to my car Bluetooth system. I know it’s not even six in the morning yet, but she’ll be up.
“What’s wrong?” my baby sister answers in a panicked voice.
I have to smile at her reaction to my early call. Even if I’m freaking out, she’s still funny. “Nothing is wrong. Just wanted to know if you’re free for breakfast.”
“Uh, seriously? It’s like dawn.”
“Please?”
