“Did you sleep well?” he asks in a soft tone.
“I did. Very well actually. I forgot where I was.” I laugh.
“Good, because I have a feeling you’ll be waking up in my bed a lot more often now.”
Heat spreads throughout my body at his words as I turn to face him. “Will I now?” I ask teasingly.
He rolls me over so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. “If I have anything to say about it at least.”
He gives me a quick kiss, then climbs over me and hops out of bed, leaving me desiring more.
“Uh …” I pout.
He leans back down, kissing me again. “What? You wanted more?”
“Maybe.” I kiss him back.
The sexiest grin covers his face. “I have to take a rain check. I promised Myles I’d help him today. I’m already late, but I know he’ll understand.”
I slide out of bed with his T-shirt that I slept in, which hangs down to my knees.
“Damn, you look sexy.” He kisses me one more time. “What are the odds of getting you to stay here until I get back?”
I laugh out loud. “I need to get home, but we can plan something for later.”
“Deal. Make yourself at home. There’s coffee in the kitchen. I’m going to hop in the shower real quick.”
“Okay.”
He kisses me one more time, then heads to the en suite bathroom while I go toward the kitchen. Once I’m there, I realize that I have no clue where anything is. This morning has felt completely normal, like we’ve done this before, yet this is the first time I’ve been in his kitchen.
I look around, and thankfully, he has a Keurig with the pods sitting right next to it, so all I have to search for is mugs. I open a cupboard and see all of his plates and bowls so I shut it and open the next which holds the cups and mugs. Reaching for one, I notice they are all different, which makes me smile.
I take my time, seeing what they all are and where they came from. There are a few from places he’s visited, like the Grand Canyon and New York, and some are firefighter-oriented. But what catches my attention the most is one that has a photo on it. I take it out to see a photo of him, his sister, and—I assume—their parents and other brother, all smiling together in front of his home.
Wanting to know the story behind the mug, I set it under the Keurig and hit the power button, then wait patiently for the liquid heaven to pour down.
Once it’s made, I open the fridge to see if he has any creamer and am taken aback by how clean and organized his fridge is. Guys I’ve dated in the past had next to nothing in their fridge, and what was there were to-go containers or food that was obviously spoiled and needed to be thrown away, but not Silas.
I can tell he cooks by the packages of meat from the store, and his crisper drawers are full of actual vegetables and not just beer cans, which was what one of my ex-boyfriends filled them with.
I reach for the milk, add a little to my coffee, then walk it back to the Keurig, where he has sugar and spoons already sitting there, ready to use.
Instead of walking back to his bedroom, I decide to head to his living room and curl up on his couch, grabbing a magazine about mountain biking from the coffee table. As I flip through it, I hear the shower turn off and love when he comes out in nothing but a towel, showing off his fit physique.
“Were you able to find everything okay?” he asks as he reaches for a cup himself.
“Yep. I love your cup collection too.” Once his coffee is made, he walks toward me, holding the New York one. I show him the cup I chose. “Are these your parents?”
He blows on his coffee, then takes a sip. “Yep. That’s the day I bought this house. They were all here when I got the keys, and the agent took that photo, then made the mug for me.”
“Aw. That’s awesome.”
“Yeah, I thought so too. It’s my favorite mug.”
I rub my lips together and raise my eyebrows. “Sorry that I took it.”
He shakes his head. “I told you to make yourself at home. You are welcome to use any cup you want. I’m going to go get dressed.”
