To top it all off, he’s wearing glasses. Why is that so hot? He looks like a sexy Clark Kent or something.
Realizing I probably look a bit creepy, I finish walking in and greet, “Morning.”
He turns toward me and smiles. “Good morning, beautiful. How’d you sleep?”
“Actually, really well. I can’t believe I slept through the night. I meant when I said that never happens.”
“To be fair, we used a lot of calories last night.” He raises an eyebrow at me.
“True. If I get sleep like that, maybe we’ll just have to do that every day.”
“That is something I’ll gladly sign up for.”
“Speaking ofthat,”I say while looking him up and down. “How the hell do you look so good in the morning? That should be illegal.”
He shoots me a half-smile. “You think I look good?”
“Don’t do that.” I poke my finger into his chest. “You know you look good with your grey sweatpants and your glasses.”
“When did glasses become sexy?”
“I have no idea, but they’re doing something for me.”
“Good to know.” Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulls me in for a kiss. It’s a hell of a way to start my morning.
I’m just about to suggest we take this party back to bed when he pulls back and says, “I’m making omelets. Hungry?”
“Always.”
“What do you like in yours? I’ve got cheese, tomatoes, peppers, spinach, and onions.”
“Uhm, cheese.”
“And?”
“And more cheese,” I say with a big grin.
“Alright, one super cheesy omelet coming up.” He gets to work and adds, “You still have the palette of a five-year-old I see.”
“It may have actually gotten worse since I don’t have my mother shoving vegetables down my throat.”
“Do you also still suck at drinking water?”
“Absolutely. My blood is primarily Red Bull, Dr. Pepper, and booze.”
“You should really take better care of yourself,” he tells me.
“I’m quitting smoking. Doesn’t that count for something?”
He smiles. “Yeah, it does.”
“Baby steps, my guy. Baby steps.”
I sit down at the table as he sets the omelet down in front of me. I waste no time cutting into it and popping a bite into my mouth. Steam pours out as I start huffing and puffing, trying to cool the bite I just took.
Beau gives me a confused look.
“Hot,” I mumble.
