Page 68 of Far from Destined

“Time to face the morning,” Macon grumbled, kissing me again after he’d turned the alarm off.

“I am never going to regret what just happened between us. But I am probably going to regret the lack of sleep just a little.”

He laughed, letting his hand slide down to cup me intimately. I moaned, my body a little sore. But he didn’t do anything but cup me, as if he needed to touch me. Since I had my hands on him as well, I couldn’t blame him.

“I guess we should get ready for the day. But you’re right, I’m going to need lots of fucking coffee.”

I cupped his face and looked at him, hoping he didn’t see what I felt blasted all over my expression. I needed to hold onto my love for him for just a little bit longer until I figured out what I was going to do about it.

“Good thing I own a place that sells a lot of it.”

“And damn good coffee, too. You have any of those beans that I like here?”

I rolled my eyes. “You have woken up here how many days, and have had my coffee how many times? Of course, I have the beans you like. I’ve been mixing them in with mine.”

“I knew I liked you for a reason.” He kissed me again, and I fell that much more in love with him. “And I wasn’t thinking. I think I need caffeine to make thoughts work.”

“Same.”

“Mom!” Joshua said from the other side of the door. I froze, and then we were off in a flash, Macon headed to the bathroom and closed the door while I quickly pulled on my pajamas.

As I let Joshua in, I leaned down to ruffle his hair, my heart racing at almost getting caught by my six-year-old. Crap. “What is it, baby?”

He rubbed his eyes with his little fist, looking like a disgruntled pelican. “You didn’t wake me up. I didn’t even hear your alarm.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Apparently, I’m sleeping in this morning.”

“Does that mean no school?” Joshua asked, his eyes wide and bright.

I snorted. “Nope, buddy. That means we have to get busy.”

“Macon isn’t in his bed. Did he go home? Or is he sleeping with you to keep you company? And happy?”

I froze and wondered what he had heard from his friends, my friends, or even himself last night. I wasn’t going to broach that subject, though, even though Macon and I would soon have to talk with Joshua about what all of this meant. That was something that we’d have to discuss with each other first. Because while both of us had decidedly not discussed our paths or our needs and desires other than in bed, and it might have worked for a little while, it wasn’t going to work any longer. Especially not with Joshua’s knowing and curious glances.

I pushed aside those worries and focused on what I could deal with in the moment. “Okay, let’s go get you breakfast, get you ready for the day, brush your teeth, and do all the good things.”

“But what about Macon?”

“I am going to help you do that while your mom gets showered,” Macon said, walking out in a towel with his hair wet.

I hadn’t even heard the shower come on. He must’ve taken the quickest shower in the history of humankind. And I was kind of sad that he wasn’t going to smell like me anymore. However, going to work or being around any of our friends while smelling like sex probably wasn’t the best thing in the world.

Joshua looked between us, and I swallowed hard, wondering what questions were going through his head.

“Is today oatmeal day? Or toast and eggs?” Joshua asked, and I blinked a few times, wondering how my son could be so unflappable.

It was one thing to have Macon be part of our lives in subtle ways. It was another to wake up and find Macon in a towel in my room. Of course, Joshua had already seen Macon sleeping next to me twice before, even if both of those times had been innocent.

Regardless, we needed to talk to Joshua.

But first, we had to talk to each other.

Yeah, because that was so easy.

Macon gave me a soft smile as if he knew exactly where my thoughts had gone, then brushed my hair from my face and followed Joshua to his room.

That made me snort and I realized I probably needed coffee. But first, a shower.