Page 139 of Silver Fox Puck

I smirk, sitting up beside her. “Guess you’ll just have to come find out.”

And just like that, I know—this is how I want my mornings to start from now on.

Kenzie follows me into the kitchen, still wrapped in one of my t-shirts, her bare legs making it really damn hard to focus on anything but how good she looks in my clothes.

I grab the coffee pot and start pouring, trying to keep my thoughts from drifting into dangerous territory. But when I turn around and catch her perched on the counter, swinging her legs, eyes bright with mischief—I’m officially screwed.

She tilts her head, watching me. “So, are you actually making breakfast, or was that just a stalling tactic so you didn’t have to admit I was right?”

I smirk, setting her mug in front of her. “Right about what?”

She grins. “That you’re obsessed with me.”

I chuckle, stepping between her legs, my hands settling on her thighs. “I don’t remember saying that.”

She hums, sipping her coffee, her lips smiling over the rim of the mug. “You don’t have to. It’s obvious.”

I arch a brow. “Yeah? How’s that?”

Kenzie sets the mug down and leans in, her lips hovering just over mine. “Because you let me steal your favorite hoodie last night,” she whispers. “And you made me coffee before yourself this morning.”

I exhale slowly, my fingers tightening on her legs. “That all it takes?”

She bites her lower lip, trying—and failing—to hold back a smile.

God, she’s so damn beautiful.

I don’t think. I just react. My hand slides up her spine, tangling in her hair, pulling her closer. Her breath catches, her fingers gripping the front of my shirt.

“Careful, Flight,” I murmur. “Keep talking like that, and you’re going to end up back in bed before you get breakfast.”

She exhales a laugh, tilting her head. “That a threat or a promise?”

“Both.”

Her smile deepens. “Noted.”

For a long moment, neither of us moves.

Then, just when I think she’s about to give in, Kenzie pulls back with a smirk, nudging my chest.

“Food first,” she says, all faux innocence. “Then whatever comes next.”

I groan, dragging a hand down my face. This woman is going to kill me.

She laughs, slipping off the counter, brushing against me as she moves toward the fridge. Like she didn’t just ruin me in five seconds flat.

I shake my head, watching her. Falling for her was the easiest mistake I’ve ever made.

Kenzie leans into my fridge like she owns the place.

She’s barely been awake for an hour, and already, she’s taking up space in my home like she belongs here.

She pops her head up from behind the fridge door, holding a carton of eggs, her messy, sleep-tousled hair making her look way too damn good, and my brain short-circuits.

She eyes me. “You good over there?”

I blink, my mouth curving. “You always this comfortable raiding a man’s kitchen?”

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