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“She killed it,” Daliah gushes.
“Cool, cool. The kid went to bed thirty minutes ago. He tried to wait up.”
“Thanks. I’ll walk you out,” Daliah says as she bats her lashes at Ross.
Looking down at Ciara, I decide to sit on the couch with her in my arms. I don’t know where her bedroom is, and I don’t want to violate her by undressing her without her permission.
I get the feeling she’s not going to wake anytime soon. Maybe Daliah will help me to change her and get her into bed once she gets back and gets settled in.
“I’ll take care of you, gorgeous. Sleep tight,” I murmur.
CHAPTER 16
For Breakfast
Ciara
Waking from a deep sleep,the scent of bacon and coffee greet me. I stretch and let out a groan as my body fusses at me. As my brain begins to wake, I realize I’m in my bed.
“What the hell?”
I don’t remember coming home, forget about how I got into my sleep shorts and tank top and under the covers. Dylan comes to mind and the last thing I remember is riding in his car with his warm hand on my thigh.
Confused and hungry, I climb from the bed and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee. I’m so hungry, I could kiss Daliah for starting breakfast. However, when I get to the kitchen, I find none other than Dylan, shirtless in a pair of sweatpants, cooking bacon and eggs.
“Hey Cee, Dylan’s making me breakfast for my birthday,” Ciarán sings.
My mouth falls open when Dylan turns to face me. His sweats are hanging low on his hips, and his abs andVare on full display. Quickly, I force my mouth closed.
Damn.
Even his belly button is sexy. I’m around built guys all the time in the gym, but this, this is just. Damn.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you have a good sleep?”
“Um … yeah, I think I did. Did you stay the night here?”
“Yup. Had some clothes in my gym bag. I slept on the couch after Daliah helped me to get you changed and in bed,” he says with that grin I’m beginning to find irresistible.
“Oh, um. Okay.”
“We still need to talk, and I wanted to make my buddy here a birthday breakfast. Not to mention our champ deserves a breakfast of champions too.”
I snort. “I’m not the one knocking people out cold.”
I shake my head clear and go to hug my brother and wish him a happy birthday. Ciarán’s excitement is rolling off him. I sit and tug his head to me to kiss it.
“So you won?”
“Yup, sure did.”
“Does that mean you’re going to fight for Miss Vega or are you going to try out for Mr. Dylan’s gym?”
I give him a look to tell him to shut his lips. I haven’t decided if I plan to try out for Dylan’s gym. I heard his offer, but I need to know facts first.
Dylan comes to place plates in front of us both. My cheeks heat as he looks down into my eyes the whole time. His pretty eyes drop to my lips, causing me to look away quickly.
He places a hand on my back. Goose bumps begin to rise all over my body and my nipples strain against the thin fabric of my tank top, making me wish I had changed before coming out. I squirm in my seat and try to hunch to cover my breasts.
