I glance at my plate. “Yes. My breakfasts are usually small. I eat larger dinners.” I look at his plate and then at his chest. “That’s not going to be enough to fill you, is it?”
He flashes me a wide grin. “I’ll stop for a second breakfast later.”
“Sorry.”
“No, don’t be. I could eat most people bankrupt. Though I’m trying not to eat quite so much when I’m not working off the calories right now.”
We eat in silence until the plates are cleared. Larson starts to get to his feet, but I push him back down. “I have this.”
“You cooked. I can clean,” Larson says.
“It’s two plates,” I point out. “Not a big deal.”
He doesn’t argue as he sits back down and turns back to his tea. “You don’t have to work today?” he asks as I head to the sink.
“Nope. I give myself a few days off around New Year’s. I may head in for a few hours tomorrow to get through some editing.”
I can see Larson nod in the corner of my eye. “Do you have plans?”
“That depends.”
“On me?”
His smile is wide. “Yes.”
“Do you need to stop at your room to change for anything?”
“Yeah, briefly.”
“Will Tomy be there?”
Larson is shrugging when I turn to face him, drying off my hands. “Dunno. He’s fine, though. I promise.”
“I feel guilty,” I admit. “I might not have come right out and stolen you in front of him, but I still feel like I interfered.”
Larson comes around the counter and pulls me to his chest. He’s so damn tall. Even my tallest heels wouldn’t put my eyes at his chin! A rush of excitement rushes through me. I love feeling so small around him.
“You’ll see. Promise he’s fine. He’s not upset.”
“Well…” I glance to the side and out the window. “Oh! I can set him up. There are so many great men here.”
He chuckles. “We’ll see if he’s interested.”
“Okay. If you don’t have plans, want to go snorkeling off Etsumi? The shore is shallow for ages, and there are some really cool spots to see if we wade out far enough.”
“Sounds good.”
I smile. “Great. I’ll get dressed. Also… I’ve been told I’m a little much to handle sometimes.” I pull away and head for the bathroom so I don’t have to see his expression. He follows, and my cheeks heat. “I’ve been so off-balance from this strange reaction to you that I don’t think you’ve gotten good exposure to me, so if I become too much, just tell me.”
His hands land on my shoulders, and I stop just out of view of the mirror. Larson pulls me backward, and my back hits his chest. I inhale deeply as his arms wrap around my chest. “You’re perfect, Dylan. All of you. I can’t wait to see all shades ofyou.”
Holy fuck, he’s going to turn me to goo. How is this man single? I shift to look at him over my head. He was made for me. I know it. I knew it from the moment our eyes met. Not just in bed but in all ways.
Without answering, for fear that I’m really going to blather or something, I move toward the sink and begin my facial routine. Larson remains by the door, leaning against the frame and watching me. I wait for him to get bored or hurry me along, but he appears content enough just to watch.
Finally, I face him when I’m done. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
