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When no barbs are sent my way, I take a sip of the coffee and sigh. There’s no sugar in it, but it tastes amazing anyway. When was the last time I had one?
“I thought you’d be gone by now,” I say, watching him carefully. Instead of fleeing the room, he pulls out one of the chairs at the table and takes a seat.
“Why?”
“Because we had sex last night, and I’m me and can’t not talk about that.”
He shifts, the first bit of awkwardness peeking through his calm. “You should probably shower after how much cum we got on you.”
He’s right—the skin over my stomach is tight where his release dried on it. “Did you like it?” I ask him, expecting him to ignore my question.
“Yes.”
I’m so surprised that it takes me a second to find my next question. “Are we going to do it again?”
“Yes.”
Again, I’m surprised. There was no hesitation or forcing himself to pull back. “Sex, I mean.” Obviously, it’s what I mean, but I’m starting to think we’re talking about two separate things.
Lynx’s lips curl at the corners. “Yes. We will be having sex again.”
The confidence in his words sends my stomach to Jell-O. I want to climb into his lap and see if again means right now, but I hold myself back. I’m not sure how to take Lynx when he’s being so direct.
He doesn’t give me time to question him on it.
“I sent Wilde away,” he tells me, and it’s not until he says it that I realize how bright it is in here. I’ve overslept way past when I normally would.
“Why?”
“I have plans for you today.”
My grin feels wicked. “Sexy plans?”
“No.” He gets up and grabs his kukri from the wall. “We don’t know how long you’ll be here for. It’s time you learned your way around.”
“You’re going to show me around Wilde’s End?”
“Yes. Having a good knowledge of the land is your first step to being self-reliant.”
“Okay.” I’m actually excited. Not only because I hate being stuck here like a sitting duck, but also because Lynx is willingly offering to spend time with me. I have no idea what’s gotten into him this morning, and I want to ask, but I know I won’t get an answer anyway. So I drink my coffee, studying the relaxed tilt of his shoulders in that tank top and the way he has his legs stretched out, one ankle resting on the other like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
I know it’s all a lie, but the fact that he’s even trying to act calm is a new and mysterious thing.
“Where do we start?”
“You start with a shower. Then get dressed, and I’ll teach you everything there is to know about this place.”
“Even though I’m an outsider?” I can’t help myself.
His eyes search mine for what feels like forever. “Yes.”
I’m bursting to push him for details, but Lynx stands up from the table, grabs one of his neatly folded hoodies, and hands it over, then brushes a soft kiss over my lips. “Get ready.”
My gut is in knots when he pulls away, and I’m struggling to breathe. I want his mouth back on mine.
“Just saying,” I manage breathlessly. “This was a nice way to wake up.”
“Noted.”
