Page 26 of The Nephilim's Touch
“Lets grab something to eat. I have a whole carton of eggs. Do you like eggs?” He pauses and looks down at himself and frowns. “I’m filthy.” The barest hint of a smile graces his lips before he shrugs and leaves me alone in the room. He’s beautifully filthy, with dirt from the stage and sweat from our fucking. Probably sweat from sleeping with a demon who runs hot like a dragon.
I push to my feet and assess myself, refusing to see how many hours are left on the countdown device. The skin around said device seems less angry than before, so that’s a good sign. No more fresh blood, anyway. I probably shouldn’t have pushed myself last night, but Gabe is temptation on a pair of beautiful legs, and those fucking thighs. Not to mention his ass. But I think it’s his sweetness I’m drawn to the most. He hasn’t judged me from the moment he met me, even knowing all the stories told about me. I’ve never met anyone quite like Gabe before and I have a feeling I never will again. I’ll do anything I can to keep on his good side.
I don’t want to rummage through his dresser without permission, so I leave the bedroom stark naked. Only to find Gabe fake singing into a spatula, also completely naked and dirt streaked at the stove.
He shakes his ass to some unheard music. “You never answered about the eggs. I’m scrambling half the carton.”
I grab a few more eggs, crack them open one by one, and toss them into the skillet. “Might need a few more.”
His mouth opens into an O as he starts frantically scrambling the new eggs in with the others.
“Also.” I press against his back and breathe him in. “I love eggs. What about toast?”
He waves to a bag of bread by the fridge, no doubt the remains from the sandwiches he made me. I find the toaster and get a round going while he works the eggs.
“Do you like cheese in your eggs?” Gabe asks as he shakes a bag of shredded cheddar at me.
“Best way to eat them, if you ask me.”
“Exactly.” He upends the entire bag over the eggs and starts scrambling some more.
“Plates?” I ask as I butter the first batch of toast.
“Cabinet.” He’s concentrating so hard on the eggs he jumps when I touch his shoulder.
“Something wrong?” I ask.
Gabe sucks in a breath. “What? No. If I don’t watch them, they’ll burn. I get too impatient and cook them on high eat.” He stabs and scoops them with the spatula.
I look over his shoulder. “They look done.”
“They are. But I like them done done.” He stabs them again. “Superdone.”
“Same. No one gets it. And not burned. Ew. Just super done and you have to do it just right with?—”
“A hint, just atinyhint, of vitamin D milk.”
“Exactly!” I hand him a pair of plates as he turns off the heat.
“No one ever gets it!” Gabe scoops the eggs equally into the plates and sets them on the table.
“Are we gonna eat naked?” I ask.
“Yep.” He grabs two spoons and hands me one, no doubt daring me to ask for a fork. Scrambled eggs are spoon food as far as I’m concerned.
“Sounds good to me. I like being naked.” I scoop some eggs onto a slice of toast.
“We probably should have put towels down, though.” Gabe says with a mouth full of breakfast. “I’ll just remember to wipe them down later.” A bit of egg falls out of his mouth and for some reason I find it endearing. Pretty little Gabe is a messy eater.
“So, what do you wanna do today?” I ask.
“I have work tonight, and I’ll probably need to take a short nap later.” He looks to the microwave that says it’s nine am. “I have the late shift today so I’ll be out until at least three am.”
“Can I come with you?” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Of course. I don’t think Pike would ever ban you from coming. You’re his best friend.”
“He still says that?”
