We made our way back to my bedroom where he sat the tray down on my bedside table. I crawled back into bed, happy to be back in some semblance of a normal, safe environment. I had to admit, seeing Brutus freaked out like he was yesterday had my waking mind spinning with things I didn’t think about before.
It wasn’t until he placed the tray on my covered lap that I was ripped out of my trance.
“You all right?” he asked as he perched on the edge of the bed.
I reached for the orange juice and took a sip. I grimaced at how it tasted since I just got done brushing my teeth.
“Yeah,” I said as I set the drink down, “just still waking up.”
I watched a shadow move over my food and whipped my head up, only for his finger to trace along my forehead. Hesmoothed away a lock of hair, tucking it behind my ear, and I couldn’t help but to let my gaze fall to his lips.
Goddamn it, he was a good kisser.
“Eyes up here,” he said.
My gaze ripped back up to his playful brown eyes.
Since when were his eyes playful?
“Ass,” I muttered as I looked down at my food.
“You have a nice one, yes.”
I practically choked on my own tongue as my cheeks burned with a blush.
What the hell was happening to me?
“And to answer your question about my garb from earlier,” he said as he picked up the fork and handed it to me, “I have to go into Redd Valley to patrol businesses today.”
I stabbed at my eggs, but furrowed my brow as I looked back up at him. “I thought King and the guys were doing that?”
He nodded. “They are.”
“And you’re having to help them… why?”
That was when he stopped answering.
“Something’s happened,” I said.
He stayed silent.
“Brutus.”
“Anna-mine.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Stop calling me that.”
He tilted his head. “Why?”
“Because.”
He grinned. “Because…?”
“Because that’s not my name.”
“It’s called ‘a nickname.’ You may have heard of them. It’s why you call me ‘Bee.’”
I rolled my eyes and ate the eggs I stabbed at, but I couldn’t let go of it.
