She pours a full mug of coffee and takes a sip.
Huh, she likes her coffee black.
Noted.
“Fuck,that’s good,” she moans, and there could not be a worse sound for her to have made.
Goddammit.
I’m not a fuckboy; that’s clear when I want to do so much more than just fuck her, but my dick has made it clear that I want that, too.
I will myself to move past it.
“You sleep alright?” I ask, taking a sip from my own mug.
“Yeah,” Zhuri replies, rubbing the back of her neck. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep here last night, though. I was just exhausted after a long day.”
“That much is obvious,” I smirk. “No one can fall asleep duringThe Mighty Ducksotherwise.”
“Fair,” she laughs, and I’m so fucking obsessed with the sound.
It’s melodic and comforting, a sound I’d play on repeat if I could.
Yeah, this totally isn’t friendly.
Fuck.
I’d probably be spiraling over that if Zhuri hadn’t seemingly just noticed what I’m wearing… ornotwearing, for that matter.
“You’re not wearing a shirt,” she points out.
“I am not,” I smirk. “Is my body distracting you,ljepota?”
“You wish, Cammy.”
Yeah, I do wish.
“So you were just looking at my tattoos?” I raise my eyebrow. “Just like you did with my arms at Willow?”
“Yes…” Zhuri replies, but refuses to meet my eyes.
Hell yes.
She isn’t going to admit it, but we both know this means she wasn’t just looking at my tattoos.
I enjoy that far more than I should, but I like to know she’s looking at me like I’m looking at her.
Nothing can happen, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy thewhat-ifs.
“Help yourself to some pancakes, Z,” I say, gesturing to the stack on the counter.
“Oh. You didn’t need to make breakfast. I’m sure you’d rather me get out of your hair.”
“Zhuri baby, you can get in my hair anytime you want.”
Zhuri can’t hold back her laugh. “Why does that sound dirty?”
I smirk at her. “Here I thought I was the one with the dirty mind.”
