My body.
He’s fallen asleep finally. He can’t hide his turmoil from me when we’re like this. Not when we’re together like this.
Careful not to wake him, I crawl out of bed and tiptoe into the kitchen. I want to make him breakfast. He’s always cooking for me. He says we’re cooking together, but he does most of the work. And he’s always careful to make things vegetarian.
Colt Forrester is a giver.
He wouldn’t agree with me, but I’m coming to learn this about him. Unfortunately, I think the people who work for him take advantage of this quality. A whole lot of people make money off these tours. Off his music. And he doesn’t want to let them down.
I pull out some veggies and egg substitute mix and gather what I need to make some sort of omelet. He’d prefer bacon and real eggs, but this is the best I can do at a moment’s notice. I grin to myself. He’s steak and hamburgers, and I’m tofu and couscous.
I’m sautéing the veggies when warm arms wrap around me. “Smells good.” He nuzzles my neck.
I can’t help but lay my head on his chest. “I figured you worked up an appetite last night.” I’m assuming we’re good for now. No definitions. No promises. No demands.
“I’m willing to work up a new one this morning.” He rocks his erection against my back. I laugh. He’s insatiable, and I love it.
“Sit down.” I pour him a cup of coffee (decaf, of course) and set it on the table.
It’s the first time he’s ever been in my home. Now he’s in my kitchen.
I’m loving how he looks, just sitting there, a small frown between his eyes. I take a mental picture as he eyes the hot drink warily. “It isn’t real, is it?”
“Poor baby.” I run my hands through his hair.
“This is a travesty! Might as well be water!” Colt leans back and crosses one foot over his knee.
What on earth? Blood had dried on the bottom of his foot. “Colt!” I kneel on the floor and examine his other foot. I’m puzzled until it hits me.
He didn’t stop to put shoes on when he decided to come to me.
Once he decided he needed me, he couldn’t… He didn’t even…
I’m speechless. And my heart feels so full I think it might burst.
He may be leaving in a few days, but not because hewantsto.
I can’t make a big deal of this. I rise casually and gather a cloth, antiseptic, and analgesic ointment along with a few bandages. I lower the heat on the stove and stir the veggies so they don’t burn before pulling the other chair up beside him.
“You don’t have to–” Colt tries to stop me from taking his foot in my lap but I’m determined.
I shake my head and peek up at him. “It’ll only take a minute.” I’m dabbing at his feet gently. Some of these cuts are deep.
As I wipe away the blood, conviction builds inside me. When Colt leaves here, he’s going to be in high demand.
But I’ve decided, while he’s here, he’s going to be coddled. I’ve already lost my heart to him. A few more days will only give me more memories. And after he’s gone, I’ll feel all the better knowing I spent all my love in the moment.
And something in my heart tells me that Colt Forrester will need a surplus of love for later.
“Do you think it worked?”
I’m examining his feet, so I glance up at him questioningly.
Colt points to my tummy and makes a twirling motion. “Squirt? Did he turn?”
Trying not to love this guy so much, but he’s making it really hard.
I finish with his foot and start feeling around my stomach. “This here.” I press on the hard spot at the top. “I think is his head. Feel how hard it is?” Colt leans forward, and I watch those slender, strong hands of his explore my rounded abdomen. This nearly brings tears to my eyes.
