And that was the last thought he had before he dropped off into a deep, contented sleep.
Chapter 8
There are few greater smells in the world than frying bacon.
It took a few long moments for Luna to get her brain together on a level any more complex than ‘bacon good’, but eventually she managed to ascend to a somewhat higher plane of thinking, where thoughts such asI’ve never woken up to someone cooking bacon for me beforeandDid a hot guy turn into a giant dog right here in my room yesterday?andWait, I have bacon?jostled for attention.
Blinking, she dragged herself back into the world of the conscious, trying to force her eyes to stay open long enough to make sense of the scene before her. Her confusion wasn’t helped by the fact that she was still lying down, and so she slowly hauled herself upright, sitting up on the bed to peer through the doorway and out into the living room.
The hot guy was very much a hot guy again, rather than a large dog. He was also cooking up a storm in the kitchenette, comically large as he hunched over the tiny stove, lit only by the inadequate light from over the stove and the early morning sunlight that filtered around the curtains.
He looked…amazing.
She took her time, just watching, as he added ingredients to the pan and poked and prodded at its contents.
It wasn’t just that he was gorgeous – though he was, obviously – or that his physique wasspectacular.
I mean, he definitelyisall of those things!
It was also the way he moved – graceful, like there was nothing wasted, everything designed to be as efficient and smooth as possible.
Like a wild animal.
She shivered.
She’d noticed it yesterday, on some level, but hadn’t really had the time to think about it. Or had the knowledge that he could apparently turn into a giant, deadly beast at will – and okay, as much as she was surprised at how well she’d takenthatparticular revelation, she knew it would still take a bit of time before the reality was one hundred percent settled in her mind.
She watched as he bent down to feed a morsel of something to an adoring Fillmore, before straightening up and promptly banging his head on the edge of the bench, cursing under his breath.
A smile twitched at her lips.Okay, maybe he’s notentirelylike a wild animal. And a wild animal wouldn’t make breakfast for you. Presuming that he’s not just making breakfast for himself.
But she knew that wasn’t the case. Even though she’d only known him for a day, she knew he wasn’t the type to just ignore her needs. He didn’t have a selfish bone in his body. His toned, muscular, extraordinarily attractive body. Was there anything about him thatwasn’tperfect?
Luna bit back a sigh. It was hard, being stuck in a room with a ridiculously handsome guy who also apparently didn’t want to take advantage of her. It wouldn’t be taking advantage at all – she was completely willing! More than willing!
Still, she supposed, that was all part of the appeal. Even if it did leave her feeling frustrated in all the worst ways.
She watched for a few moments longer as he sawed off some giant hunks of crusty white bread, just enjoying the view, before she decided that she should probably stop staring at him and help him out instead.
With a sigh – the bed reallywasincredibly comfortable and cozy – she peeled back the blankets and swung her feet to the floor, before slowly standing up and unfurling herself into a full-body stretch and yawn.
Possibly too much of a yawn, as Henry turned, startled, wooden spoon in hand and – oh, she hadn’t noticed before – wearing an apron.
“Luna! Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Oh, that’s no problem – please don’t worry. I want to help. What can I do?”
“No, no!” Henry protested. “I was going to bring you breakfast in bed! I mean…” He trailed off, looking embarrassed, and Luna felt her heart fluttering in her chest.
“That’s very sweet of you,” she said honestly. “But I’d feel bad, eating on the bed with you sitting over there at the table by yourself.”
We could both eat in bed together! We could handfeed each other!
“We should eat at the table together,” she finished weakly, distracted by the turn her thoughts had suddenly taken.
We have to do something about this. I’m not even sure how to define our relationship at this point, but it’s definitely not just friends! This can’t go on much longer, unless I want to explode from unfulfilled lust.
“If you insist,” Henry said, though he didn’t sound thrilled about it. Apparently he’dreallywanted to bring her breakfast in bed. Luna’s heart soared.
