Grant blushed, the tops of his cheeks going pink as he stared out the window at the falling snow. “No one ever calls me cute, but I’ll take it. I’m gonna make breakfast.”
“Do I have time to shower?” Sunny asked.
Grant shrugged. “As long as you’re fast enough to stop me eating all your pancakes.”
Sunny laughed, darting past him and heading for the stairs. “I’ll take that as a challenge.”
Despite claiming that the couch was comfortable, Sunny’s muscles were protesting at having been curled up on it all night. He hadn’t wanted to make Grant feel any worse than he obviously already did, especially since it wasn’t even slightly his fault.
The warm spray of the shower was a welcome balm for sore muscles, leaving Sunny moaning happily as the worst of his aches and pains melted away under the surprisingly good water pressure.
His mind kept going back to kissing Grant’s cheek yesterday. Every time he remembered it, his stomach flipped over again, nerves and excitement both swirling inside him.
Sunny wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting in response, but a blush and a tiny smile was probably the best outcome, all things considered. He really didn’t need to get involved with his boss.
No matter how much he was realizing he wanted to.
It was just a stupid little fantasy, and he’d get over it. Keeping his job was way more important than getting to fuck Grant, even if Sunny was pretty sure it’d be some of the best sex of his life.
Knowing that breakfast was on the line, Sunny gave his hair a quick wash and scrubbed himself down quickly, not pausing to savor the warm shower as long as he normally would have on a cold morning.
He got down just in time to find Grant setting out syrup, the smell of bacon filling the kitchen.
“Pancakesandbacon,” Sunny enthused as he settled on the other side of the kitchen counter. “You’re spoiling me.”
“I get the feeling you could stand to be spoiled a little,” Grant said. “Besides, I’m spoilingmyself. The older I get, the more I realize that I only get to do this once. So. Pancakes and bacon, because life’s short. There’s also plenty of ice cream if you want it.”
Sunny shivered at the thought, despite the fact that the kitchen was warm and cozy.
“I don’t want it, but I’m not about to judge you for following your bliss,” Sunny said, grabbing a pancake from the stack eagerly.
“I don’t know if I’m having enough of a mid-life crisis to actually go through with eating ice cream for breakfast,” Grant said, taking a pancake for himself. “I did think about eggs, but I wasn’t sure how you liked ‘em.”
“This is already a huge breakfast. But for the record, I won’t eat them unless they’re scrambled,” Sunny said. “That way I’m sure the yolk is cooked. I hate runny egg yolk.”
“Weirdo,” Grant said, but he was smiling. “If you can’t spread it on your toast, what’s the point?”
Sunny wrinkled his nose. “Gross. I guess you’re not perfect after all.”
Grant looked up from his plate. “You thought I was perfect?”
Sunny’s stomach bottomed out. He hadn’t intended to say that out loud, and there wasn’t really any covering up how it sounded.
Thankfully, a thud from outside the window grabbed Grant’s attention instead. Sunny looked around in time to see a second heap of snow fall off the roof in front of it, wincing as it fell.
It wasn’timpossiblethat the roads would be cleared today, but Sunny didn’t like their chances of that.
“That’s a lot of snow,” Grant said.
“Yeah.” Sunny took another bite of his pancake, relieved that he’d gotten away with calling Grant perfect with complete sincerity. Maybe the snow wasn’t so bad if was going to give him well-timed distractions.
“We’ll get you home.” Grant turned back to his own plate, grabbing a rasher of bacon to go with his second pancake. “Promise.”
Sunny nodded, but he wasn’t entirely convinced.
As much as he would have liked to go home for Christmas, though, being stuck in a log cabin with Grant wasn’t the worst way he could imagine spending the day.
If anything, he’d be sad when he had to leave.
