I looked around the room, panicked, and couldn’t help be reminded they’d just heard me moaning not even thirty minutes ago for a completely different reason.
I saw a smirk playing on Callum’s lips and felt a heat flush across my skin.
I put my hand over my mouth, “The eggs… they’re so good.”
“That’s what she said.” Knox chimed in.
“Real mature.” Jax mumbled.
“Why are you such a grump this morning? We had an amazing night last night!” Knox retorted.
“Knox.” Callum commanded, hushing him up.
The room grew awkwardly quiet and then Emmett chimed in. “You can moan anytime.” He closed his eyes, shaking his head. “At my food. At my food is what I meant to say. You can moan anytime you’re eating my food. Fuck!”
“Well, as fun as this breakfast is, I’m going to take off to the club.” Jax said, excusing himself. “Everlee.” He bowed his head before walking out of the room.
I quickly waved at him.
My phone buzzed, and I glanced at it. Lizzy.
Be there in ten minutes.
Unless you’re getting boned, then five. I want to watch.
Mostly because damn. Callum. Girl.
Get. You. Some!
I was smiling while I read my texts.
“Everything ok?” Callum inquired, stepping off the wall and taking the seat Jax had just left. I had noticed he wasn’t eating.
“Yea. Lizzy is on her way to get me. She said she’d be here in ten minutes.”
“I could have taken you home, but I figured she’d feel better knowing she could get to you anytime she wanted.”
“Thank you.”
“Can you tell me what happened last night?”
He nodded. “I was cleaning you up and you passed out. Which I’d prefer if you didn’t do again.”
Again? Did that mean he thought we would see each other after Lizzy picked me up, or was he assuming I was a lush and would be frequenting his club? Did it matter? I took another bite of eggs to stop my brain from over analyzing Callum’s words.
“Once I determined it was more adrenaline related than alcohol,” he gave a pointed glance at Emmett who held his hands up, “then I decided to bring you here.”
“Why not take me back to my friend?”
His head cocked to the side. “You all had been drinking. If by some chance it wasn’t adrenaline related, I wanted to watch over you to make sure you were ok. I didn’t want to put that responsibility on your friend.”
“So you watched over me last night?”
He nodded.
A flutter tickled my stomach. He watched me sleep. Oh, no! What if I snored or said something inappropriate?
Like moaning while getting yourself off in his shower.My subconscious reminded.
