Page 83 of Unbidden

“Morning.” I sigh. “Coffee?”

He points to a Keurig off to the left of him with a spatula. “Help yourself.”

Oh fuck, he has the V. Don’t drool. Whatever you do, don’t drool.

I make my way over to the Keurig, grab a cup, and then pick out my little pod of joy and pop it in, starting the coffee. I turn back and watch Reed while leaning against the corner of the counter.

“Pancakes?” I ask.

“Mmhmm. Make ’em every Sunday morning for Tinsley and Keaton.”

“That's sweet.”

“If you say so,” he replies while taking two pancakes off the griddle.

My coffee brews, and I turn to finish doctoring it. I search the counter but come up empty. “Sugar?”

I feel Reed come up behind me and pin me between him and the counter. I barely contain my gasp.

“Right here,” he rumbles against my neck while grabbing the sugar from the cabinet above.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“My pleasure,” he softly tells me while moving my hair to the other side and running his nose along my neck.

“Reed,” I warn.

“Yes?” His voice is tinged with humor.

“I think your pancakes are burning.”

“That's okay. I made plenty, and I quite like where I am.” He laughs while moving a tiny bit closer, his chest flush with my back as he trails his hands softly down my sides.

“Are you excited to see me, Reed?” I tease while trying to cover up how turned on I am.

“It’s those thigh-high socks. Who knew they could be so sexy?” he teases right back.

“Reed? We’re not doing this,” I warn.

“We will, just not today. But you better get used to the idea of us, Sage, because we’re going to happen,” he states before kissing my neck. He pushes off me and goes back to the pancakes.

I sigh and grab the sugar, pouring some into my cup before placing it back in the cabinet and shutting it. I pick up my cup and walk over to the fridge to take out the creamer.

“I don’t know why you’re pushing this, Reed.” My voice is full of frustration.

“Because I want you.” He shrugs.

“Yeah, well, just because you want something doesn’t mean you get it,” I deadpan.

“We shall see.” He winks as someone walks into the kitchen. “Good morning, Keat. How’d you sleep?”

“Good. You two haven’t killed each other yet?” Keaton teases.

“Eh, the day is still young,” I reply, causing him to throw his head back in laughter.

“So true, little fox, so true. What are your plans for the day?” he asks.

“I actually need to go wake V up so we can head home and get ready to leave for Stowe. Thanks for the coffee, Reed,” I tell him while slipping off my stool.

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