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“His horse,” I say over Bodie’s head at her. She tilts her head to the side knowingly.
“Breakfast is ready,” Abigail said. She placed two plates in front of us. It looked like French toast out of a healthy gourmet magazine. She had two slices on top of each other with whipped cream, sliced strawberries, bananas, and drizzled honey on top, with sprinkled cinnamon for added aesthetics.
“This looks delicious!” Bodie says, grabbing his fork and digging in.
“Mmmm.” He hums to himself, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“You like it?” Abigail asks.
“Mmm-hmm,” Bodie says with his mouth so full he can’t speak.
“Glad you like it.” She says through a chuckle.
“And I’m glad you're not talking with your mouthful.” I ruffled his hair.
I cut into the fluffy toast with my fork and took a bite as well. “Wow, this is good,” I said as I chewed.
“Thank you.”
“But what did you use as the topping,” I ask, cutting into the fluffy bread.
“It’s a secret, but just know it’s what I like to call Unicorn clouds.”
“Unicorn clouds?” Bodie says with enthusiasm.
“Yup,”Abigail says,
“Pull up a chair and eat with us. Tell us all about the unicorn clouds,” I say mysteriously.
“Oh, I’ve already had my calories this morning.” She wiggles her plastic shaker with a cheesy smile. “Protein shake was filling since I put peanut butter in it this time.”
“You’re not going to eat unicorn clouds with us?” Bodie says with a mouthful, trying to sound sad, but he’s too engulfed in his food to care.
I let the mouthful thing slide since I was more concerned about why she didn’t want to sit down and have breakfast with us.
“No, I am going to take my stinky butt in the shower, and I need to reply to some emails and get back to reality, but you enjoy your unicorn clouds and French toast.” She leans in to whisper in Bodie’s ear. “I hear they make you run fast since they have hidden magic inside them.”
Bodie’s face lights up so bright you would think he was looking at a brand-new electric car.
“Enjoy,” She says as she looks at me and walks off, disappearing from view. My stomach sinks a little from her absence. For some reason, I thought breakfast this morning would go a little differently, and I’m not sure if it was because of the dream I had of Abigail riding my cock last night or because I thought she would sit down and chat with me. Most girls would beg for a breakfast session after sex with me. I know we didn’t have sex, but still.
“Maybe she’s lonely. We should invite her to meet the horses,” Bodie says, returning me to reality.
“Ya,” I mindlessly chew another bite of this delicious French toast. Abigail's ass flashes in my mind along with that perfect pink pussy, and visions from last night’s dream play out in my head again. I know I should stay far away from Abigail Asher while we are both under this roof, but at the same time, another part of me is aching to crash into her repeatedly.
23
Abigail
“Music does not replace words, it gives tone to the words” — Elie Wiesel
It was close to 11:11 a.m., so I plopped on my bed to meditate before my wish. Well, technically, Colt's bed since he owned this luxurious lake house. I stared up at the ceiling as I let my wet hair sprawl out underneath me. Remembering the burnt butter smell mixed with sugary delight, I thought about how I should have eaten breakfast with Colt and Bodie. He was doing me a favor after all. It’s rude not to eat with someone when they invite you.
Gosh, my mind is so wrapped up in bills, college, and saving money that basic social skills are becoming challenging to manage. In my defense, I did just have a protein shake, but I guess I could have sat with them, chatted and gotten to know Josh’s brother.
Blake’s brother. It is still blowing my mind how they all are related.
As much as I wanted to know everything about Colt Killian, I felt like I was invading his space. If Naomi had been here, it would have felt different. I would have felt less awkward.