Maybe that was enough.
Chapter Five
Presley
Iwoke Monday morning wrapped in Rhodes's arms, warm and safe.
For a moment I just lay there, feeling his chest rise and fall against my back. Sunlight filtered through the curtains. The solid weight of his arm across my waist anchored me.
Last night had been intense. Overwhelming. Perfect.
"Morning," he murmured against my neck.
I turned in his arms to face him. Those blue-gray eyes were already watching me.
"How are you feeling?" His voice was gentle. "After last night?"
"Good." The word came easily. "Really good."
His hand came up to cup my face, thumb stroking across my cheekbone. "No regrets? Nothing that felt wrong?"
"Nothing." I leaned into his touch. "It was perfect."
Relief flickered across his expression. "Good."
We lay there a moment longer, neither wanting to move.
"What time is it?" I finally asked.
He glanced at the clock on my nightstand. "Seven-thirty."
"Addison's lesson is at noon."
"Then we have time." He pulled me closer.
I laughed and pushed at his chest. "No, we don't. I need to open the studio by nine. And I need to shower, get dressed, do my hair and makeup—"
"All right, all right." He released me with obvious reluctance. "Go. I'll make breakfast while you get ready."
"You don't have to—"
"I want to." He kissed my forehead. "Take your time."
TWENTY MINUTES LATER, I emerged from the bathroom showered and wrapped in a towel to find my bedroom empty and the smell of eggs cooking drifting down the hall.
I dressed quickly—fitted jeans, soft blouse, low heels. Applied makeup, styled my hair. By the time I made it to the kitchen, Rhodes had plated scrambled eggs and buttered toast.
"Sit," he said, pouring me coffee.
I obeyed, too charmed to argue. He'd pulled on jeans and a t-shirt, hair still damp from his own shower in the guest bathroom.
We ate quickly, neither of us big on breakfast conversation apparently. But it was comfortable. Easy. Like we'd been doing this for years instead of days.
"Thank you," I said when I carried my plate to the sink. "For breakfast. For checking in on me. For everything."
He caught my hand, pulled me close. "Anytime."
One kiss turned into three. We finally broke apart breathless, and I glanced at the clock.
