“I don’t hate the sound of that,” Vivian muttered, lips pressed to the back of Bryn’s neck.
Bryn laughed and squeezed her hand. “Baby, don’t overwhelm me with all your sweet talk so early in the morning.”
“You don’t even know what time it is,” Vivian teased.
“My stomach grumble o’clock says it’s at least nine. That’s early for a Saturday.”
“Sunday.”
“Exactly.”
Bryn turned in her arms to face her. Sleepy eyes and a clean face full of freckles in the streaming sunlight, Bryn was stunning. Vivian leaned forward, determined to kiss every single tiny mark on her face. On her chest. On her belly.
She was crossing Bryn’s navel when her stomach growled its complaints.
“Ignore it,” Bryn muttered, legs parted for her and fingers reaching down to tangle in Vivian’s hair.
Greedy and weak, Vivian ignored the sound. Ignored it until she was kissing her way up Bryn’s inner thigh, arousal glistening and mouth-watering in the light.
The growl came again, louder this time.
“I can wait,” Bryn promised, hips tipping upward like she could lure Vivian back in.
Her stomach screamed its disagreement, and Vivian laughed. “Looks like your stomach objects to any further delay.”
Bryn whined, but she pulled Vivian up to her face instead. She pecked her lips before flipping Vivian onto her back. “Then I guess I’ll have to eat,” she teased, but she didn’t make it very far down Vivian’s body before it was Vivian’s stomach’s turn to disrupt the peace.
Hand stroking Bryn’s hair, Vivian laughed. “Come on. I’ll make you breakfast.” She spared a glance at her phone on the charger. It was nearly noon. “Brunch.”
“Has Iris been teaching you how to cook?” Bryn said when Vivian presented her with a folded spinach and gruyere omelet.
Seated at the patio table by the pool, Bryn looked so at home in nothing but one of Vivian’s plain white tees and her underwear. In just a short robe, Vivian wasn’t significantly more dressed. There was something freeing about using the seclusion of her home for eating outside in partial nudity.
Vivian took a strawberry from the bowl she’d set between them and sat down. “I think I can scramble an egg without instruction.”
Bryn picked up her fork and gave Vivian a playful expression that said,we’ll see.
“Oh my God.” Bryn closed her eyes while she chewed. “This is so good.”
“You haven’t eaten in fifteen hours.”
“No, for real.” Bryn took another bite. “Taste it.”
Vivian did. It was good, but nothing beat Bryn’s enjoyment. Her unabashed ecstasy of the simple meal Vivian had prepared.
Never had Vivian had a domestic inclination in her life, but while she watched Bryn make a fuss about how much she liked her food, she considered taking private cooking lessons. She wanted to learn a hundred different ways to make Bryn look at her like that.
“Should we go in the pool?” Bryn asked when they were finished eating.
“What?” Vivian laughed. She’d gotten distracted by the way the sun highlighted so many different shades of red and blonde in Bryn’s hair.
“I think there’s nothing else I’d rather do than get in the pool with you,” Bryn declared while getting to her feet.
“It’s February.”
“It’s eighty degrees,” she countered. “My birthday is in two days. The big three-one. This would make an excellent present.”
“Good thing I already made reservations at Matriarch.”
