Good. Because I’m not going anywhere either.
Todd’s fingers are still trailing along my spine when his stomach lets out theloudestgrowl I’ve ever heard.
I lift my head, grinning. “Was that you, or did a demon just try to escape your soul?”
He huffs a laugh, cheeks going pink. “You’re such an ass.”
But I roll halfway off him, propping myself on one elbow. “That was impressive.”
“It’s your fault,” he mutters. “You distracted me with your mouth before I could eat anything post-practice.”
I raise a brow. “My mouth is a gift, thank you very much.”
Todd smirks. “A blessinganda curse.”
“And you had time to eat a protein bar or something before you got here.”
He hums.
I slap his bare stomach lightly, then glance over at the phone on my nightstand. “What are you in the mood for? Ican DoorDash something before you starve to death in my bed.”
He eyes me, then the clock. “Is it weird that I want pancakes right now?”
“Is it weird that I already have a ‘Breakfast for Dinner’ tag saved in my favorites?”
Todd blinks. “You’re serious?”
“I take food—and feeding my favorite Captain—very seriously,” I say, already pulling the app up. “Besides…gotta keep your strength up.”
His eyes narrow suspiciously. “Why?”
I glance down his body and let my hand drift lower, just enough to make his breath hitch. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
His grin goes lazy. “You planning on wearing me out, Brooks?”
“Absolutely.” I kiss the spot just above his belly button, then reach for my phone again like I’m not the onealreadyhalfway hard. “But first—carbs.”
Todd groans. “You’re gonna feed me pancakes and then seduce me again, aren’t you?”
I grin. “Damn right I am.”
The morning sunis barely peeking through the blinds when I blink awake, warm and completely tangled in Todd.
His chest rises and falls against my back, his arm slung around my waist. I don’t move for a long minute. Just breathe. Let myself feel it. The heat of his skin, the weight of his arm, the quiet steadiness of him here for the second morning in a row.
Eventually, he shifts behind me and mumbles, “You awake?”
“Barely,” I whisper, voice thick with sleep. “But you’re comfy. So I’m reconsidering staying in this bed forever.”
He lets out a soft breath that might be a laugh. “You’re such a drama queen.”
“You’re not wrong,” I murmur, stretching like a cat. “But you like it.”
His arm tightens a fraction. “Shut up.”
I grin, but I don’t push it. Not yet.
A few more minutes pass before we manage to untangle ourselves and actually roll out of bed. My boxers are somewhere near the nightstand. Todd tugs on his jeans from last night, not bothering to button them as he follows me into the kitchen.
