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I bite back my smile and make another waffle. This woman is too perfect for me. Glancing over my shoulder at her, I spill a secret not many of my subs know. “I had a vasectomy when I was twenty-three.”
Her jaw drops a little, but she quickly recovers. “That’s… really convenient. I’ve been on birth control for forever and hate it.”
If this leads to a long-term thing, she can stop taking those meds if she wants, but that’ll be her decision.
“Can I ask you a question, Carson?”
“Ask away.” I keep my back to her and focus on making breakfast. Steam billows out of the waffle maker and my hands are shaking a little.
“Why’d you take your snakebites out?”
The question catches me off guard. “How’d you know about those?”
“I saw them in your profile pic on K!nkLink. Very emo with the black hair, by the way.”
Shit, I forgot about my profile pic. That was an old one that I haven’t updated in a while. I cut my natural black hair about four inches shorter since then and regret it often. “I took all my piercings out about a month ago. No reason why, just wanted a change, I guess.” After plating my stack of waffles, I sit across from her and notice she hasn’t touched her breakfast yet. “Eat before it gets cold.”
“Do you have chocolate syrup?”
I’m midway pouring maple syrup on my waffles when I stop what I’m doing and grab her what she needs from the fridge. “Sugar junkie, huh?”
“Chocolate junkie.” She drizzles an obscene amount all over her plate until each square is filled with it. “Don’t judge me.”
“I would never.” We eat in silence for a few moments and then I sit back and take a sip of my coffee that’s finally ready.
Mak pours chocolate into her tea too—I have no words. Instead of asking for something else, she pops up and goes to my fridge for the milk and pours that in her cup as well. “Do you have any cinnamon?”
“Second cabinet to the left of the fridge.”
“Found it! Thanks.” She sprinkles that into her tea too.
“What kind of witch’s brew are you making, woman?”
“Ha! I can’t share ancient secrets with mere mortals.” Mak plops back down and pulls the hood off her head. “Too bad you don’t have any frog’s breath.”
I narrow my gaze at her. “There’s nothing more suspicious than frog’s breath.”
She bursts out laughing and almost spills her drink. “You can’t be more perfect, Carson.”
I salute her with my mug and take another sip. Only the elite know lines from great movies like The Nightmare Before Christmas.
“So, what got you into hospice care?”
She curls up on her chair and digs into her waffle. “I just fell into it. I always wanted to be in healthcare, but I didn’t know what field. This one popped up and I loved it. End of story.”
We take our time eating and chatting. The sun shines through my kitchen window and hits Mak’s head, showing that her dark brown hair has shots of copper running through it. Man, she’s gorgeous.
And way out of my league.
She finishes her breakfast and takes her plate to the sink, grabbing mine too when she passes me. I try to stop her. “I’ve got it.”
“No, no. You cooked. I’ll clean.”
She washes my dishes, and I’m at a complete loss for words. Mak acts like she lives here. Why do I like it so much?
I’m a territorial man. I don’t like people touching me or my things. I rarely bring lovers home and all that fun stuff upstairs rarely gets used anymore. I keep it all on display for myself because I like them and they cost a lot of money to have custom made, so I don’t want them just sitting in a box, hidden and unnoticed. In fact, I haven’t used any of those things since—
Stop it.