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“You hate being alone.”

“I don’t.”

His scowl makes me scowl.

This. Exactly. He notices everything.

“Why do you want to be alone right now?”

My eyes skim the ceiling. “Um. I thought… You know, after last night…”

“Silver.”

When I look at him again, he’s in front of me, determination etched into his features.

Both of his hands come up to cup my face. Looking between my eyes, he asks, “Do you want to eat pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, and fruit salad?”

“Yes,” leaves my lips in a pitiful, but honest, admission.

“Do you want to sit and watch me cook for you?”

It should be a no-brainer. Who wouldn’t? But I answer anyway.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” He presses his lips to mine, soft at first, then deeper. And deeper.

Next thing I know I’m being lifted off the floor. My legs wrap around Khaos’s torso all on their own, then I’m set onto the counter.

He only breaks for a second to say, “Whatever you want to do, we’ll do.”

All I can say is “Mm,” because this kiss is too good to stop, especially when Khaos slides my ass forward, settling my center against his erection.

“When you make sounds like that…”

His tongue sweeps along the inside of my mouth.

“It makes it impossible for me to focus on anything else.”

I return the favor, massaging his tongue with mine and making him moan.

“So don’t,” I get out just before Khaos angles my head for better access.

At no point does he try to take things further, keeping it strictly to kissing, and I appreciate it. Kissing like this feels like food for my soul. I don’t know how long we make out for, thirty minutes, an hour, two days, but eventually my stomach growls, bringing us back to reality.

Khaos pulls back, eyes dark, lips coated and swollen.

“Think you can stop distracting me long enough to finish your breakfast?”

“You’re practically naked and I’m the distraction?” I gesture at the chest and sculpted abs on full display.

With a chuckle, he backs up. And suddenly I’m even more distracted by the very big tent in his trunks.

“You’re looking pretty affected there,” I tease, referencing the term he used last night.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as he flips his shaft in his shorts so the tip is caught in the band. Leaning forward, I stretch out my spine, trying to catch a peek.

Khaos notices and grins.