Page 79 of Breaking Free
I grin, shaking my head before I glance over my shoulder to see what he’s doing. He told me he’d make me breakfast since it’s my birthday, but he didn’t tell me whether he has a lot of experience cooking or not. Based on the amount of times he’s cussed, and/or dropped things, I’m going to assume not a lot.
After a few more minutes of me pretending to watch TV but instead watching him struggle to find everything he needs, he calls out to me.
“Okay, you can come in now.”
I push up from the couch and head over, spotting a couple of plates with scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, and tortillas. On another plate is a couple pieces of toast and next to it are two cups of orange juice.
His eyes bounce from the plates to my face, looking a bit happy with himself, but also worried. “What do you think?”
“Looks good,” I tell him. “How many times did you burn yourself?”
“Let’s not talk about that,” he says, glancing at his hand. “I didn’t know if you wanted toast or not. I wrap all my food up in tortillas, but I made both. And you can’t have breakfast without orange juice.”
“Thank you,” I say with a smile, rounding the island to wrap my arm around him. “I appreciate this.”
He kisses my temple. “Happy birthday. Let’s hope it’s edible.”
The food is definitely good. We both scarf down everything fairly quickly.
“I may need you to make me some more meals,” I tease as I sit back in my chair.
He scoffs. “Maybe we shouldn’t risk that. Also, how do people crack eggs without getting shells in the pan? I had to scoop out like six fucking pieces.”
I laugh, getting up to take the plates to the sink. “Feel free to come over every morning to perfect your egg cracking skills.”
“I’d prefer using some of my other skills.”
“Oh yeah? You have other skills?”
He rushes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me as he playfully bites my neck. I laugh, nearly dropping the dishes.
“Want me to bend you over this sink and show you?”
“Mm.” I bite my lip. “Think I’d say no to that?”
“So youareaware of my skills.”
“I hate you.”
He kisses my cheek before stepping away and sitting on the counter next to me. “I thought we went over this last night.”
“It’s a love/hate sort of thing,” I say before freezing, my eyes widening as I stare into the sink. That’s not really what I meant to say. It just came out, but hopefully he doesn't think this is me revealing my feelings. “Or just hate,” I add, turning the water on and avoiding his gaze. “You are pretty annoying.”
“Yeah,I’mthe annoying one,” he teases, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief.
“So what do you want to do while we wait to head out tonight?” I ask.
He looks at his watch. “Well, we have about eight hours. You sure you won’t get sick of me?”
I allow my eyes to travel up and down his body. “I’m pretty sure.”
“You want me?” he asks with a grin. “Because I’ll spend all goddamn day in bed with you if that’s what you want. You’re the birthday boy.”
“I thought you said we should wait to have sex?”
“Nobody said anything about sex, you little fiend.”
I roll my eyes. “If I’m the birthday boy, I should get whatever I want.”