Swinging my legs over the edge of my bed, I took a deep breath and forced myself to get up. I was changing into jeans and a Fairview Funerals t-shirt when my phone buzzed again.
Cal Sex God Walker:
Hurry up, Ryan.
Cal Sex God Walker:
Don’t make me come up there.
Oh, fuck no. I didn’t want him in my bedroom. The kitchen was better. At least there were witnesses, and I would be less likely to make a fucking fool of myself again.
Ryan:
I’m coming.
Cal Sex God Walker:
*smirking devil emoji*
Ryan:
Not like that, you pervert!
Cal Sex God Walker:
You deff were last night. *winking emoji*
Ryan:
Jesus. It’s not even 9 am. Can you at least wait until I’ve had a coffee before you start making sexual innuendos?
Cal Sex God Walker:
But you make it so easy, baby. <3
Cal Sex God Walker:
Get down here before I’m forced to bring you breakfast in bed.
Cal Sex God Walker:
If that happens, the only thing that’s getting eaten is your ass.
Ryan:
JESUS CAL!
Cal Sex God Walker:
hehehehe
Stuffing my phone into my pocket, I jogged down the stairs and slipped into the kitchen. I blinked in surprise to find Theo sitting at the table surrounded by an insane amount of food and Cal bustling about in his‘Obituary’apron.
My mother was already doing dishes, apparently trying to keep up with the whirlwind that was chef Cal.
He beamed at me, and I immediately went tomato red. He took in my flush, and his grin widened further.
“Morning, ginger snap, have a seat. Your omelet is almost ready.”
