But this time he had boots on his feet and an armload of firewood in his hands.
“Did you go outside like that?” I asked, unable to take my eyes off his cock. If this was the last time I got to see it I wanted to memorize it.
“Uh, yeah,” he said almost distractedly, before kneeling down and feeding the low embers of the fireplace here in his bedroom. He worked efficiently, feeding the fire until flames roared cozily.
The room already felt warmer.
Then he left without another word, as Josie jumped back on the bed and settled at my feet.
Shewas obviously comfortable with my invasion of their home. Too bad Sawyer seemed like he was jumping out of his skin.
A minute later he came back with my clothes folded neatly in one hand and a breakfast tray balanced in the other.
“It’s not much,” he rumbled. “Some bacon and eggs. I’ve got a griddle somewhere and I could have made us pancakes if I found it, but… I hope this will be good enough.”
A tiny smile landed on my lips as I stared at the plate.
He’d assembled the bacon and eggs like a smiley-face. Two eggs for eyes, and the bacon curved into a smile.
He’d made that for me years ago when we were all still in school. Sawyer spent the night with my brother a lot, so I’d spent a lot of early mornings mooning over him as a teenage girl. And one morning he’d pushed a plate just like this in front of my face.
It was sweet that he’d made breakfast for me today. Maybe it was part of his plan to gently let me down.
Hehadto know I’d been crushing on him for years.
Whatever battle he’d been waging last night made sense now. He’d wanted to fuck me for years and held back because of Matt. But I’d learned a long time ago that even though men mightdesperatelywant to fuck someone, that didn’t mean it was love.
“You still like bacon and eggs, right?”
“Yeah,” I said quietly. “It just takes me back in time. You made this for me once.”
“You remember that?” he asked, his eyes silently studying me.
“Of course Ido. Your bacon tasted better.”
That made me flush. I hadn’t meant for that to come out like an innuendo.
But he grinned and growled out, “Youstilldon’t know what my bacon tastes like. But you’re welcome to find out anytime you want.”
My cheeks burned hot, and I knew I was flushing. I looked anywhere but at him, not responding to his joke.
As I looked around, it was as if I were seeing his bedroom for the first time.
His bedroom was a sanctuary of manhood. One wall was lined with starter kindling and twists of newspaper. The other wall held a dresser with a loose assortment of items, probably from his pockets, and a random plumbing wrench. The walls were made of logs with old chinking between them, and a dark leather chair, worn from use, sat in the corner.
I nibbled on my strip of bacon and fed a piece to Josie while I tried to think of something to say in response.
If we were just a Valentine’s fling, would he want a second round with me? It seemed like a possibility.
But even if he was dreaming of having my lips wrapped around his cock, it didn’t mean he wanted more than that.
He’d already expressed his concern about my brother finding out. Those weren’t the words of a man looking for a public commitment.
Chapter 8
Sawyer
I must have said something wrong because this morning was turning out awkward as fuck.
