“Say adorable again and I’m cutting the pancakes.”
She leaned her head on my shoulder and whispered, “You’re adorable.”
I shook my head, but I didn’t move.
The room service arrived quickly, two full trays rolled in by Crow-trained staff who didn’t speak unless spoken to. One of them placed the silver domes on the bed side table, nodded once, and left. I handed her the tray with her pancakes first.
She clutched it like it was sacred.
“Do I get to rate the presentation?”
“You can do whatever you want, as long as you eat.”
She cut a bite slowly. “Oh my god,” she murmured with her mouth full. “I think I love you.”
I froze.
She blinked. Swallowed. “I meant the pancakes.”
“Sure you did.”
“Idid!God, that was not the plan.”
I smirked and leaned over to steal a bite from her plate. I really liked her like this. Relaxed.
When she was finished she placed the tray down on the nightstand and turned to face me fully. She looked vulnerable.
“What?” I asked gently.
She studied my face. “You really never had a girlfriend before?”
I shook my head.
“Not once?”
“Nope.”
She reached up and ran her fingers through the side of my hair. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I’ve never done this either.”
After breakfast, I showed her the ensuite. Gave her a new toothbrush. She gave me a look when she saw a drawer full of them.
Leaning against the doorframe of the en suite bathroom and watched her brush her teeth.
It was ridiculous how captivated I was.
Her head tilted toward the mirror. She frowned slightly when her hair fell forward into her face, and I didn’t think twice before crossing the room and tucking it behind her ear. She met my eyes in the mirror.
That soft smile. Fuck.
“You okay?” I asked. Suddenly, I was so fucking nervous to hear her answer.
She nodded, then rinsed, wiped her mouth with a towel, and looked up at me fully. “Better than okay.”
“You didn’t sleep much.”
“I think I slept more than you.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. So I reached down and gently touched her wrist, dragging my thumb over her pulse. It was steady now.
