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“I don’t know,” I answered honestly with a huff of a sigh. His stomach grumbled loudly beside me and he slapped his hand over it as if to muffle the noise. “But it seems breakfast should be first on the list,” I chuckled, teasing him.
“Breakfast would be good,” he agreed, though he was already closing his eyes again as he snuggled into the pillow.
“How about some French toast,” I offered, hoping the suggestion of food would rouse him from his sleepy state.
“First of all, you can’t cook French toast,” he muttered.
“Hey!” I exclaimed, smacking his arm.
“And second of all, I’d rather eat you,” he said with a growl, pulling me to him yet again, this time kissing me soundly on the lips.
“Ew, morning breath,” I groaned, pulling away for a fraction of a second.
“Fuck morning breath,” he groaned right back, his lips finding mine again.
Finally, we both managed to leave the bed following a delightful make-out session that ended with him pouting. I simply rolled my eyes at him as I donned my bathrobe and headed to the kitchen to make the promised French toast. As I pulled out the ingredients, I realized he had been right. I’d never made the dish before. It couldn’t be that hard, right?
I threw the bread into essentially a bowl of uncooked scrambled eggs and threw two pieces onto the skillet, hoping for the best.
“Well, thank you for gracing us with your presence, oh sleepy one,” I teased as Gideon finally made his way downstairs. I had already plated up four pieces of French toast, two for each of us, and had just set them on the table when he came shuffling in.
“Shh..” he muttered, covering my lips with his hand. “I’m still not awake.”
I chuckled at his groan, heading back to the sink to grab him a cup of the coffee I had already brewed. If there was one thing Icould,in fact, do, it was brew a mean cup of coffee.
As soon as I placed the steaming mug in his hands, he looked up at me with wide, loving eyes and whispered, “thank you.”
He took one sip, groaning more sexually than anyone ever should at a breakfast table, and began digging in.
“I think you forgot something,” he muttered, halfway through breakfast.
“What’s that?” I asked, honestly wondering what ingredient I could have forgotten. He pulled something out of his mouth, showing off the eggshell that had made its way into the batter. “Consider it protein and eat it,” I scoffed with a smile. He simply rolled his eyes and finished his food. Good man.
“So, what do you want to do today?” he asked, repeating the question I’d posed earlier.
“I don’t know. I want to get out of these four walls, though. I have felt so couped up in here,” I answered honestly, finishing the last of my own breakfast and clearing the table.
“We could work on the boat. I could show you how to fix things and such,” he suggested. His smile and the tone of his voice were so hopeful, I hated to crush his spirit.
“Gideon, I have no desire to learn how to work on your boat,” I answered, sitting back down across from him. He pouted, just as I had expected.
“How about a compromise, then?” he asked, excitement shining in his eyes.
“What’s that?”
“Come sailing with me. We haven’t since our first few nights here and I think some time out on the water would help both of us clear our heads.” The suggestion was a good one. I had missed being out on the water, but there was one thing holding me back.
“Gideon, they already tailed us once. Don’t you think going out on the boat will concern them just as much? I mean, for all we know, they are watching us day and night.” I shivered as the truth of those words filled me. It was possible. More than possible, when it came to the Elders.
“Fuck it. I’ve always gone out on my boat. If they think that’s strange behavior, then they haven’t been paying attention,” he shrugged my concern off with a wink.
“I just don’t want to rile anymore feathers,” I insisted.
“We won’t. Trust me,” he said confidently, holding a hand out to me. “Now, go get dressed and meet me on the dock.” I swear to God he was skipping out of the front door as he headed off for the water. I shook my head, quickly heading back upstairs to get dressed. The dishes could wait. Everything could wait. Everything except the open water and my husband.
Perhaps the time on the water would help me figure out what the hell I was going to do about that confounded man.
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