He’s wearing a faded tee and joggers, but is barefoot, his hair all tousled and messy, his voice still gravelly with sleep.
“Morning.” I feel suddenly shy, like I don’t know what to do with myself.
“I like the look of my T-shirt on you.”
I look down, as if I forgot I was wearing it.
I nod. “Didn’t want to walk around here naked…”
“But you will if I tell you to.”
A jolt of heat slashes across my chest. I nod tentatively. “Will I?”
“Och, aye, love.” He pushes off the doorframe and hands me the mug. “For you.”
“Thank you.”
I take it from him and sip, as he heads to the kitchen. It’s good and strong, laced with milk and plenty of sugar. I let out a pleased sigh.
“Delicious.”
“Glad you like it. Hungry?”
My stomach growls in response, and he looks over his shoulder, his lips quirked up at the edges. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I’m starving.”
He lifts a spatula and points it to one of the chairs by the kitchen table. “Sit.”
“Need some help?”
He shakes his head. “I need to come up with a plan with you.”
“Fran with a plan,” I say with a sigh. “On it.” I pull out a chair and sit down.
He doesn’t talk for long minutes, as he walks over to the large, stainless steel refrigerator and removes a few things. He arranges them on the counter and gives me a wicked smile.
“Sleep well?”
“Aye, thanks. You?”
He shrugs. “Not bad. Haven’t slept on the couch in ages, but it’ll do.”
Oh, ouch. That stings more than it should. So he did sleep on the couch after all.
“Why didn’t you sleep in bed with me?”
He turns the heat up under a frying pan. He doesn't answer right away, until the steam rises from the pan and he cracks an egg into it. It sizzles, and my stomach growls again.
"Didn't trust myself to sleep next to you. Had a raging fuckin’ hard on.” He looks over his shoulder at me, and the look that he's giving me right now makes heat rise in my belly. The way he says it… all possessive like that. “Needed some space between me and you, if I’m going to have any sense of professionalism whatsoever. "
“Aye. I get that, but honest to God, it’s your bed.”
He shrugs. “Maybe I’ll join you tonight.”
So I guess I'll be here another night then.
At the very least, anyway.
