“Tess,” he warned.
“What?” I asked, innocently. Like I hadn’t just been trying to put my hand down his pants.
He turned his head to glare at me.
I sighed. “Fine.” Letting go of him, I hopped up on thecounter next to him, watching him flip the bacon in the pan. “Smells good.”
“I’m making eggs, too.” He pointed to the container. “How do you want them? Fried, scrambled, sunny side up?”
“Fried is good with me. But cook the yolk all the way through.” I scrunched up my nose. “I hate runny yolks.”
“Noted.”
I liked this. The casual intimacy. I reached over with my foot, rubbing the back of his calf. “I expected you to still be in bed with me when I woke up,” I admitted.
“Sorry,” he said, looking up from the pan to stare at me longingly with those beautiful green eyes. “I wanted to take Snowball out and get food started before you woke up.” Oliver leaned over to kiss me. “I figured after last night, you’d have worked up an appetite.”
“Mmm.” I was starving. “Thank you for taking her out. You didn’t have to do that.” She was my responsibility after all.
Oliver shrugged. “I don’t mind. And she’s such a good girl. Aren’t you?” Snowball wagged her tail from where she sat.
I laughed. “Keep that up, and she’s going to be demanding bacon. You’ll regret it when she starts howling at you.”
He chuckled, taking the cooked bacon out of the pan and cracking eggs into it. “I guess I can deal with two high maintenance girls for now.”
“Hey.” I pouted. Not that I could really deny it. I had my nails done always, loved going to the salon to get my hair done, and spent a lot of time in the makeup chair on sets.
Oliver squeezed my thigh. “It’s okay, honey, because I’m perfectly happy tomaintain you.”
I squeezed my legs together. Fuck, that was hot. “Fine.” I stuck my tongue out at him. Then something occurred to me. “Don’t you have to go to work?”
“Eh.” He shrugged, flipping the eggs in the pan. “I brought my laptop with me. I can work remote for today. The officedoesn’t mind.”
“That has to be nice,” I said. “Being able to work from anywhere.”
“Probably. Can’t say I’ve done it much. I’m a creature of habit, like most engineers. Besides the occasional day working from home, I’m normally in the office.”
I really didn’t know that much about what he did. “Tell me more about your job,” I asked, nudging him with my foot again. “I feel like you know a ton about mine, and I’ve never asked.”
He blinked a few times. “You really want to know?”
I nodded. “Yeah, Oliver. I want to know.”
So, over breakfast, sitting across the table from each other in Matthew and Noelle’s breakfast nook, he told me all about his job as a software engineer. How he developed and designed programs and did maintenance on others. I didn’t understand a lot of it—I went to college for acting, and I definitely wasn’t someone who knew anything about coding or computer programming. But I liked hearing him talk about it, how passionate he was about his career. The joy on his face was contagious.
Once breakfast was all done and cleaned up, he looked at me. “What do you want to do today, Hollywood?”
I grinned. “I have some ideas.”
My ideas,of course, meant we didn’t get out of the shower and dressed for a few hours after, and once we finally did, I sat on the couch, starting to look through my script for my next project, when Snowball barked. Just one singular bark, but enough to get my attention.
I looked at her, patiently wagging her tail by the front door. “Do you want to go for a walk, hm, girl?”
Snowball yipped again in response.
“Okay,” I said, turning around to find my boots. “Let me just grab a coat and your leash and then we can go.”
“I’ll come too,” Oliver said, closing his laptop. He’d taken over the kitchen island with his computer, and I had to admit, it was kinda sexy watching him work.
