“How long have you been up? And what time is it?”
Early. The answer was early. Too fucking early if you asked me.
“It’s just after eight,” Skye confirmed. “And you’ve got about five minutes before breakfast is ready.”
“Oh, okay.”
Bunking with Skye was going to take some getting used to. I wasn’t a morning person. In fact I was one of those people who were so opposite to morning people it was insane. Usually when the first alarm went off, I rolled over and went back to sleep. That’s why each day, I had six different-sounding, different-timed alarms set. Then, I eventually cracked my eyes open, I’d lay there contemplating the day and running through the list of shit I had to get done. I was not used to waking up and having five minutes to not only wake up but to be human enough to be semi-decent company for someone who’d been kind enough to prepare breakfast.
Rubbing my eyes, I watched as Skye went back into the kitchen and flipped something in the pan. I guess if I had to get up early, if there was no other choice, then getting up to a hot breakfast was probably worth it.
With my mind on the bacon I could hear sizzling while filling the apartment with a scent that had my mouth watering, I jumped up. I’d made it two steps before I realized what I’d done.
“Fuck!” I swore, dropping my hands to cover my junk and looking over my shoulder hoping Skye was too busy trying not to burn breakfast to have just seen me flash her.
Nope. No such luck. She was staring at me wide-eyed, her cheeks burnt red and I was pretty sure it wasn’t from the heat of the frypan either. She’d caught an eyeful, and from the look on her face, I wasn’t entirely convinced she hated what she saw.
Pushing that out of my mind, I threw out an apology as quickly as I could and bolted towards the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind me before leaning against it and blowing out a breath. I wasn’t a bit embarrassed at what I had. I knew what I brought to the party and I was damn proud of it, but flashing Skye like that certainly hadn’t been on my agenda this morning.
After dressing quickly, I dug through my drawers, finding a pair of pajama pants. There was no way I was going to get caught with my dick hanging out again, so I’d put them out with the blankets and shit for my couch bed. A bed that sucked ass. I’d felt like I’d had a spring or a piece of wood digging into the lower part of my back all night.
“Breakfast’s ready,” Skye called out.
I ducked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face and washed my hands, taking a moment to give myself a little pep talk before I went back out there. I had to keep this relationship purely platonic. Skye wasn’t here for me, she was here to help. I couldn’t take advantage of that. I wouldn’t take advantage of that. I may have spent too long last night lying there imagining what it’d be like to have those long legs wrapped around my shoulders, but that just made me a horny asshole. A horny asshole who had no intentions of doing anything about it.
Fortified and with a plan in mind, I walked back out finding Skye already sitting at the kitchen counter pouring syrup onto her waffles. More like drowning them in syrup.
“Looks delicious.”
“I hope it is. I was starving when I woke up and wanted comfort food. I hope it’s okay…”
Reaching my hand out, I covered hers with mine, the warmth spreading up my arm surprising me. “Skye, it’s fine. It looks awesome.”
“Thanks,” she accepted, pulling her hand away before picking up her fork and pushing her eggs back and forth on the plate. When she noticed me not eating, she encouraged me to dig in before it got cold. I didn’t have to be told twice.
An hour later, the kitchen was sparkling and Skye and I had danced around each other so long that I was getting dizzy and needed to get out. Changing into my uniform, I didn’t miss the hiss that escaped Skye’s pouty lips when I walked back into the lounge room and sat down to put my boots on. Dickson always maintained that chicks dig a guy in uniform, something I’d never bought into but seeing the way Skye’s pupils dilated, I realized that maybe there was something in it.
“You’re off?”
“Yeah. I’ve played hooky a lot lately. I think Dickson’s getting lonely.”
“He did seem very needy,” Skye replied with a wicked smile, one that lit up her face.
That made me chuckle. Skye’s sense of humor was unexpected but I realized it made everything feel lighter somehow. Made me feel lighter. Something I hadn’t felt for a while now and it scared the shit out of me.
After making sure Skye had everything she needed and feeling all sorts of mixed up, I grabbed my things and bolted out the door.
16
SKYE
Where the fuck was Hayden?
I don't know how many times I called and left messages. I sent God only knows how many texts. I was worse than a teenage girl right now. Why the hell wasn’t he answering or calling me back? Was it because I saw his dick? Because if that was it, then he had nothing to be embarrassed about. And I meannothing.
Today had been a whirlwind and I was dying to talk to Hayden but the shithead wasn’t home and I couldn’t get a hold of him.
After he left this morning, I tided up, laughing my ass off when I found his pajama pants in the pile on the end of the couch before getting ready for my day. Walking through the streets, I grabbed a coffee before heading towards the park enjoying the sunshine. It was chilly out and I wish I’d worn my jacket, but I wasn’t going back for it. Pressing on I found a sunny spot on the grass out of the wind and sat down, enjoying just watching the world go by.
