Something heavy and very warm is wrapped around your shoulders, pinning you against him.
Yeah,him.
Because that’s definitely a man’s bare chest pressing against your back.
You gasp, leaping out of bed so fast, you nearly trip over your shoes.
And…it all comes tumbling back.
“What?” Ziros asks groggily, scrubbing one palm over his eyes as he sits up.Shirtless. Hair stylishly disheveled. “Another nightmare?”
Heat creeps across your face.
Nightmare?
Slowly, it all comes back to you.
Oh. Oh, my God.
The nightmare.
How embarrassing.
“So, uh, how’d you sleep?” You ask, trying to be as casual as possible as you change the subject in a hurry.
Ziros smirks, folding his arms. “Would have been better if someone didn’t keep screaming and thrashing. And if she’d left me any blankets.”
You blush brighter.
He’s never going to let you live this down, is he?
“Pancakes,” you say in a hurry. “Do you like pancakes?”
“Everyone likes pancakes,” he replies, stretching out lazily on your bed.
Probably noteveryone, but you’re actually a little surprised he knows what they are. Grabbing your phone, you search ‘when were pancakes invented’, and are shocked to see the top result says 600 BC. Well, then.
You grab your apron and tie it on over your pajamas, opening your kitchen cabinets.
And stop.
Did a tornado come through here?!
Everything is empty. Or nearly. And it’s a mess. A terrible mess.
Even the sugar is gone.
Both the brown sugarandthe white sugar.
Turning to Ziros, you ask, “You…ate it? You ate all the sugar. Raw?All of it???”
He just shrugs from where he lies there on your bed.
“I was hungry.”
Opening your fridge, you can see it’s not much better.
Pretty much the only thing hedidn’teat was the raw flour.
