“Sure do. You nearly set fire to my brain with how hot you were. Nice show.”
“I had a lot of inspiration.”
Grayden’s fingers held my chin as he angled his head for a kiss. He tasted minty. He’d probably found the extra toothbrushes under the bathroom sink. Hopefully I didn’t taste too bad, but judging from the eager strokes of his tongue, he wasn’t complaining.
But as he pulled back, I winced at the throb in my temples. Ow.
“Let’s get you some food and medicine,” he said.
“Don’t forget the coffee.”
Grayden took my hand and led me toward the kitchen. “I would never.”
“Marry me,” I slurred. Kidding around.
But the look he gave me. Oh boy. I’d rarely seen those dark eyes more intense.
He insisted I sit on a stool at the island while he found my coffee beans and got a pot brewing. I gave half-hearted instructions on how to use my machine and where to find everything.
The quartz countertop was blessedly cool when I slumped forward and put my forehead against it.
“Here.” A glass of orange juice landed in front of me, along with a couple ibuprofen. “Take these. I’ll scramble some eggs.”
“Thank you.” The OJ perked me up. While Grayden broke eggs into a bowl, I propped my elbow on the island counter. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy make me a morning-after breakfast before. Danny certainly didn’t, and these days, I’m always gone by the morning.”
Grayden made a little grumbling sound, and the next eggshell broke into pieces in his fingers. I snickered.
“Am I distracting you?” I asked.
“No.” He fished a piece of shell out of the bowl, then grabbed a paper towel to wipe his hands.
“You don’t like hearing that I’ve been with other guys? I was married, Grayden. I have a kid.”
“I’m aware.” He grabbed a fork to beat the eggs. “I just think you should be treated better.”
“It’s my choice. I never spend a whole night if I go to someone else’s place. And I never bring anyone here, even on the rare occasions Ollie is sleeping elsewhere.”
“Except me? That what you’re saying?”
I shrugged one shoulder, my stomach doing something strange. “You’d already slept here once before. You’re different.”
“Okay,” he said, lips curving with amusement.
“Do you usually make women breakfast after you’ve…you know…”
He stopped stirring the eggs and cocked his hip. “You really want to hear about that?”
“I don’t care.”
“Okay.” He was smirking like he didn’t believe me.
I huffed. “Would you stop just sayingokaylike that’s a real response? It isn’t. It’s a conversation ender.”
“Maybe I don’t want to talk about us sleeping with other people.”
“What if I’m curious? You know about my big relationship mistake. I don’t know anything about that part of your past.”
“You haven’t heard enough of my mistakes already?” he joked. “Hey, where do you keep your cooking pans?”
