“Have you been talking to Kieran?” I asked. He’d started taking this yoga thingseriously, and I’d caught him out and about while I was waiting for a flower delivery once because he was just walking the main street before it was busy toground himself.
“He’s my oldest brother.” Devin frowned. “I talk to him all the time.”
“That’s not… never mind,” I said.
Devin was making me breakfast. I was still processing that.
After another few moments, I convinced my body to move, rolling out of bed and stumbling over to Devin, dropping a kiss on the top of his head. He hummed happily as I slipped a hand between the apron and his skin, rubbing circles on his hip.
“If you keep doing that,” he said evenly. “You’re gonna make my dick hard and I’m gonna burnallof the pancakes.”
“So I have to make a choice between sex and food?” Morgan asked. “This is cruel. I only just woke up.”
Devin shrugged. “Personally, I’m starving.”
My stomach growled as if it’d heard him and was moved to agree. “Guess I am, too,” I laughed. “You didn’t have to do this. Youdon’thave to do this, I’ll take over if you want.”
Devin shook his head. “I wanna make my boyfriend breakfast and eat it in bed,” he said. “I’ve never done that before. Brad had a thing about crumbs.”
FuckingBrad.
He’d left before we all got back last night. I’d been pretty distracted with Devin physically dragging me into the cabin, lit up with enthusiasm and promise, but I’d noticed his SUV was gone.
Couldn’t summon a whole lot of disappointment over that.
“I promise I willneverkick you out of bed for eating breakfast in it,” I said. “That’s what washing machines are for.”
“He only owned one set of sheets,” Devin explained. “That probably should have been a red flag.”
“Definitely,” I said, moving my hand away from Devin’s hip and justbarelyresisting pinching his ass. “Real men own multiple sheet sets.”
Devin snorted. “Thank you for not forcing me to cook with a raging hard-on,” he said, flipping the pancake he’d been poking at to reveal a perfectly golden brown surface.
“Anything for you,” I promised, and I was joking, but I alsowasn’t. I would’ve done anything for Devin. Nothing had changed on that front.
“Go shower,” Devin said. “These’ll be ready when you’re done.”
“You’re not joining me?” I bent down to drop a kiss on his shoulder, still tempted by all the gorgeous bare skin at my fingertips.
“I’m making breakfast,” Devin laughed. “Jesus, you’re gonna be impossible, aren’t you?”
“Attentive,” I corrected. “I’m gonna be very,veryattentive.”
“As much as I love the sound of that, I need to commune with the pancakes,” Devin said. “You can be attentive later.”
I wasn’t about to argue with the idea ofcommuningwith pancakes. Devin was a little weird, but he’d always beenmykind of weird.
“That a promise?” I asked, backing off a step. I didn’t want to push Devin, not when everything was so new, but I wanted to be near him. As much as possible.
“That’s a promise,” Devin said. “Nowgo. You’re making the pancakes nervous.”
Pancake anxiety levels hadn’t been something I’d ever considered before, but I took Devin at his word and ducked into the tiny bathroom, turning the spray on as hard as it’d go and stepping under with a happy sigh, enjoying the heat and pressure.
Devin was making me breakfast.
I guess I still hadn’t quite processed that. It was ridiculously sweet.
No one had ever made me breakfast before, aside from my mom.
