Page 48 of Undeniably

I peek up at him. God, he’s gorgeous. Even with disheveled hair and sleep lines on his face, he looks like an Adonis god.

Why do I always end up in his bed?

“Deal,” I mumble.

He kisses my head once more before heading out of the room. After taking a quick shower, I finally make my way downstairs. I smile as I see Keaton in the kitchen attempting to make pancakes.

“You are failing at that.” I can’t help the laugh that escapes.

“Fuck. Reed usually does this shit for Sage. I thought you might like it too.”

My heart warms. He’s trying to do something nice for me?

“How about I help?” Moving to his side, I turn down the stove before trashing the burnt pancake in the pan. After rinsing it out and wiping it down, I add a sliver of butter, letting the pan heat back up.

“I might not be able to make pancakes, but I did make bacon.” He holds a piece to my lips.

I take a bite, moaning at the taste of it. “Fuck, I love bacon.” I glance at Keaton, frozen next to me. “What?”

He clears his throat. “Nothing. Is it crunchy enough for you?”

I try to hide my smile as I turn back to start the pancakes. He remembered. “It’s perfect.”

“Good.” He busies himself behind me.

Once I finish the pancakes, I join him in the breakfast nook. He holds his hand out to me and drops two small, white pills in my hand.

“For your headache. I brought you a glass of apple juice too.”

For a moment, I can’t look at him. I stare at the glass of apple juice, trying to control my emotions. “You remembered?” I whisper.

His fingers find my chin, pulling my face up until I meet his eyes. The raw adoration I see there just about kills me. “I never forgot a single thing about you.”

The moment’s broken when Reed walks into the kitchen. “Who burnt something?”

Keaton and I laugh, neither one answering his question.

???

“Come on, Morgan. Go to the party with me.”

Tinsley’s been talking my ear off since I got home from school. She wants me to go out with her, but I, being more responsible, want to stay home and study. Besides, it’s a Thursday night. Who throws a party on a Thursday?

“I told you, Tin. I need to study.”

“Pretty please. If you don’t go, I have to hang out with Keaton and Finley on my own or stay home. I don’t want to do either. Especially since I know each one will hook up once they get to the party. I can’t stomach that.”

The ache in her voice breaks my resolve. I know what she’s really saying. She wants to go, but she doesn’t want to have to watch Finley be with other girls. I understand her dilemma since I’m partially there with Keaton myself.

“Fine. I’ll go. When are we meeting?”

The loud squeal on the other end of the line causes me to pull my phone back from my ear.

“We’ll pick you up in an hour. Wear something hot. We’re going to make these boys pant.”

I smile at her positive energy. It really is contagious.

An hour later, I slide into the back of Keaton’s Bentley next to Tinsley.

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