Page 65 of Staying for You

I start another cup for myself then get a mug out of the cupboard so I can make one for Cami, too.

I start the potatoes and sausage first because they take the longest then get the eggs ready to scramble. Twenty minutes later, I have the burritos ready but haven’t heard a peep out of Cami. I brew her a cup of coffee and decide that maybe it’s a good way to wake her up.

I chuckle as I walk toward my bed. She’s splayed across the bed, arms and legs spread out and she’s face down. As in, face-planted right into the pillow.

How is she even breathing that way? If I didn’t see her back moving up and down, I’d worry.

“Cami,” I say quietly, moving closer so I can see if the scent of coffee will wake her up like in the old Folgers commercials.

She grunts and rolls her head to the side, smacking her lips and sighing.

“Cami,” I repeat and this time I get one blue eye looking up at me.

“Hmm?”

“Morning.”

“Why are you waking me up? I’m on vacation.”

“Not a morning person?” I laugh, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

Her head shakes side to side. I rub her back and she smiles lightly. Sleepy and adorable. It might be my favorite look on her. It’s also dangerous as hell because one morning with her won’t be nearly enough. She slides a hand over to me and she runs a pinky finger against my thigh.

“Morning,” she mumbles.

“I have coffee.” I lift up the cup in my hands as proof.

Slowly she rolls over and sits up, the blanket falling to her waist. I was wrong earlier.Thisis the dangerous part. Because seeing her sleepy and adorable and naked is something I won’t ever get enough of.

She takes the coffee and sips. “Mmm. Bless you. Someone kept me up most the night so this is much appreciated.”

“Whoever that was sounds like an awesome guy.”

“Mmm,” she hums, eyes dancing as she looks up at me over the rim of her cup.

“I also made breakfast.”

“You know what? He really is an awesome guy.”

“Figured.” I grin and decide my lips have been away from hers for long enough so I give her a morning kiss, careful to not get too carried away.

“Not even afraid of my morning breath, huh?”

“Why do you think I didn’t let us get hot and heavy?” I tease.

“Good plan.” She nods seriously then takes another big swallow of coffee. I can’t stop staring at her. Her breasts bared to me, the soft curves of her hips and stomach, the long column of her neck that’s so sensitive. I know what’s beneath the blanket. I memorized every inch with my hands and eyes and mouth.

“Hungry?” she asks, eyes growing a bit hooded.

“Yes.”

“Want to work up a bigger appetite?”

I take her cup and set it on the nightstand then we get to working on building up our appetites for breakfast.

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“This is delicious.”Her hand is covering her mouth which is currently full of breakfast burrito.

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