He hums, “And what is my little bunnywonderingabout this morning?”
About when I started thinking of you as someone I couldn’t lose. About what that says about me.
“Just what comes next, I guess,” I steer the conversation another way. “I don’t have any job prospects. It’s not like your name is suddenly going to disappear from the headlines.”
“Yeah, but there’s no reason yours can’t,” he offers, easing my hair over my shoulder, his thumb grazing my pulse.
I shrug, standing to clean my dish, taking Cormac’s with me, falling into a rhythm that already feels familiar, though it’s only been a few days of us having breakfast together here. “I still have connections at a job I had when I was in college, so I could go back there. It won’t pay enough for my current apartment, but I’m not sure I want to stay there much longer anyway. I could probably get a cheaper one a few minutes further from the city.”
Cormac suddenly appears behind me, reaching his arms around on both sides to turn on the sink and actually clean the dishes I was standing here staring at.
His warm chest at my back, the subtle smell of his leftover cologne from yesterday, the scent of warm coffee and minty toothpaste gently trailing over my shoulder from his steady breathing, I’m once again overwhelmed by him when he’s barely done anything at all.
“Thanks,” I mumble.
He nuzzles my neck with an appreciative hum, speaking against the sensitive skin, “You’re welcome.”
Once satisfied with the plates, he washes and dries both of our hands, and I’m frozen in the cage of his body, a prisoner to his relentless care.
Easing my hair back to free up more real estate on my neck, Cormac leans in again, kissing my pulse and making it race.
He sighs, the warm air rushing over me and sending electricity through me.
“I’m gonna go shower,” I announce in little more than a desperate sigh.
With a self-satisfied chuckle, he nods against my neck, the slight scratch of his scruff causing goosebumps to rise across my skin.
“Okay, Bunny,” he mumbles, his mouth shaping the syllables against my rapidly thrumming pulse. “You remember where to find the towels?”
I nod, but I actually don’t think I can rememberanythingright now. Not even how to fucking breathe.
He leaves one more lingering press of his warm lips against the sensitive spot beneath my ear, then all at once, his warmth disappears from around me, letting me breathe for the first time since he approached.
When I turn to face him, he’s leaning back against his table, a devilish smirk pulling one side of his lips up.
A prickle of anticipation zips up my spine from the way he’s looking at me, but I can’t put my finger on why.
It’s not the first time I’ve showered since we’ve been here.
And it’s not the first time we’ve had breakfast and cleaned up together afterwards.
But something in the air has my hands shaking as I walk toward the staircase, my heart pounding behind my ribs almost painfully, my stomach doing little flips.
I take the stairs slowly, trying to calm my racing pulse.
Why am I so nervous?
He ran his lips up and down my neck, then I interrupted to tell him I’m going to shower.
That’s an invitation, right?
Shit.
I freeze on the stairs, second-guessing myself.
Did I mean to invite him? Do I want him to join me?
I know what will happen if he does.
