His eyes are glassy as he reaches for me. His mouth slams against mine and he kissing me hotly.
Evan nuzzles my neck and wraps me in his arms and I feel safe.
But can this last between us, or is this another…fling?
Not a night this time, but a week?
I try to push my anxieties away because nothing feels better than being cuddled by this man.
11 EVAN
FEBRUARY 10TH
“You cook?” I come up behind Mara, rubbing her shoulders.
“I mean, I'm not a chef, but I can make breakfast.”
I kiss her, and laughing, she nudges me away. “Hey! Hot pan.”
“Not as hot as you are, princess.” I nibble her ear.
Mara laughs. “Do you drink coffee in the morning?”
I grin at her redirection and pour myself a cup. “I won’t be snarky and say, ‘well, if you hadn’t run off on me that first night together, you would know the answer to that.’”
A dimple appears in Mara’s cheek. “I knew you weren’t that snarky.”
I lean against the counter, drinking my coffee, watching Mara cook eggs and feel like I'm the luckiest bastard alive.
“Do you cook?” Mara hands me a plate.
“Yeah. Mom taught us all how to cook and do laundry because she didn’t want our partners to do it. My Dad can, he’s just so scatterbrained it’s safer if he’s not in the kitchen, at least unsupervised.”
Mara passes me a plate. “I like your mom.”
“What about your parents?”
Mara shrugs a shoulder. “My mom’s idea of cooking is a frozen pizza. My stepdad loves to barbecue.”
“What about your dad?” I sit the plate down on the island and bring our coffee mugs over.
Her face closes. “I don’t have much contact with my dad. I had the best sleep last night.”
“Me too.”
After falling asleep in each other’s arms, we woke up around midnight and raided the fridge for a snack. And then we had sex.
Slow, wonderful, sleepy sex.
Her head on my chest felt right.
Mara’s alarm clock went off at a time I didn’t know existed.
“These eggs are good,” I say, taking another bite.
“Added a little sharp cheddar. Foods you don’t like?”
My eyes feast on her as she takes a seat next to me.