“Oh yeah?”
I grinned, kneeling in front of him. “Hell, yeah.”
Tate
Sunday morning, I awoke to an empty bed and frowned. Sitting up, I called out, “Flash?”
“Bathroom,” he called back.
I slid off the mattress and stepped to the doorway. He was buck naked, bending over the sink, brushing his teeth. “Morning.”
He faced me with a foamy grin, continuing to brush his teeth. “Hi.”
I smiled, crossing my arms, and leaning against the doorframe. He had the nicest ass. Muscular and smooth. The perfect shape to nicely fill a pair of jeans.
Flash rinsed his mouth, then faced me again, leaning down to kiss me, but I turned my head. “Let me brush first.”
“No.” He planted a kiss on me and smiled. “The first second we see each other, always.”
“That’s a rule, huh?” I asked, trading places with him so I could brush my own teeth.
“Absolutely,” he said. “How’d you sleep?”
“Once you rolled over and stoppedbreathingon me?” I joked. “Fantastic.”
Flash chuckled. “King-sized bed. Got it.”
I faced him again. “You know it doesn’t mean I don’t love you, right?”
“I know, baby. I get it.”
“Love you,” I said through my toothpaste smile.
“Love you too, Tater Tot.”
I finished up in the bathroom, then met him back in the bedroom. “What’s the plan today?”
