Page 77 of Bronco

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AMBER

As I takethe elevator up to Star’s office, I hug myself, a smile playing on my lips thinking about last night.

I woke up to the agreeable scent of bacon wafting through the air, followed by the aroma of fresh coffee. Bronco had gotten up early to make me breakfast. I’ve never had anyone make me breakfast before. He also made poached eggs, buttering my toast like we’re an old married couple.

I don’t know how I feel about that, but I know that Bronco is one of a kind. I can’t even put into words how attentive this man is without my eyes clouding over. Maybe this fucking your best friend thing could really work?

I poured my heart out last night. I was a mess. Yet, he comforted me in ways that I didn’t think were possible. I know I’ve held back from him, and I don’t expect him to understand, or forgive me, but it wasn’t my intention to be secretive. In truth? I’m embarrassed about the tattoo. I hate it. Yet, I meant what I said; itisa reminder of how far I’ve come. Or at least that’s what I used to think. Now I realize I’ve been living under a rock, and those old excuses I kid myself with no longer work.I’ve been carrying this around with me for so long, it’s like the monkey on my back that I can’t get rid of.

I bite my lip when I think about our conversation this morning…

“Mornin’ sleepy head.”

“Wow, you made me breakfast?” I yawn, sitting up propping myself against the pillows.

“Need to keep your energy up.” He gives me a wink.

Here I was thinking this was going to be awkward.

“I think you used every last inch of my energy last night.”

“I aim to please. How are you feeling?”

“Aside from my va-jay-jay feeling like it’s been to pound town and back? I feel good. A little tired…”

He looks sheepish for a half a second, dipping his eyes to his feet in the most adorable way. “I didn’t hurt you?”

I shake my head. “Hurt me? No, Bronc, you didn’t. You were fantastic. I’ve just been out of action for a while.”

“I’ve still got it then?” He places a hand over his heart.

I smirk. “You’ve still got it.”

He sits on the edge of the bed. “And us? Are we cool?”

I pick up a piece of toast and bite into it, eager to tuck in, but not wanting to look like an oinker, either. “Of course, why wouldn’t we be?”

“Well, that whole friends with benefits thing you keep goin’ on about? This isn’t that, by the way.”

“It’s not?” I tilt my head. “What is it then?”

“That implies that it’s a casual thing.”

“It is casual.”

“Yeah, but you’re not plannin’ on seein’ anyone else, right?” He palms the back of his neck.

“Wait, are you putting some alpha claim over me now we’ve slept together?” I can’t help but laugh.

“Not sayin’ you’re my ol’ lady, but we’ve got a good thing goin’ on, can’t deny our chemistry.”

Of course, he wants me to be exclusive without the attachment, and to be honest, that kinda suits me. I don’t want to be tied down, but he told me he was sick of playing the field. So what happens if one of us catches feelings for real? I can’t say I’m immune to my best friend and all his charms. He’s amazing.

“We said it was one night,” I remind him, my chest tightening.

He gives me a pointed look. “So, we’re done?”

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