Page 37 of Feels Like Love
I nodded and joined her in the kitchen. “Thanks. Sleep well?”
“I sleptsowell.” She sighed. “It must have been the pastries.”
“Right.”The pastries.I laughed, wondering if we were going to talk about last night—the cuddling. I hadn’t slept that well in a long time, and I didn’t think it had anything to do with the pastries. But everything to do with having her in my arms.
“I’m not kidding,” she said, filling her mug and then cupping it in her hands as she faced me. It had the effect of pushing her breasts together, and I wanted to nip at her cleavage. Instead, I turned away. “I think I’m going to need one every night before bed.”
I chuckled and picked up my mug to take a sip. “Don’t you think they’d be less exciting if you had them that often?”
“Is sex less exciting just because you have it often?”
I spat out my coffee, spraying it all over the counter.
She started laughing as I wiped up the mess. “Oh my god. That was awesome.”
I rolled my eyes and tossed the paper towels in the trash. “Moving on. What do you want for breakfast?”
“You know you really don’t have to cook for me.” She leaned her hip against the counter, studying me over the top of her mug. “Especially now that you’re my dating coach.”
“About that…”
“Nope.” She held up a hand. “If you’re going to tell me you changed your mind, it’s too late. Last night was great practice.”
If last night was any indication of what to expect as her coach, I was all in.
No.I shook my head. New plan. I needed a new plan.
Right.The sooner I got her dating someone else, the less chance I’d be maimed by her brother. He could focus on killing the new guy instead.
“I was going to suggest we work on your new profile picture.” I started pulling out the supplies to make omelets as well as bacon. She was so preoccupied, she didn’t even try to stop me.
She scrunched up her face. “I don’t know.”
“Come on,” I said. “River won’t be home for a few more hours. The weather is beautiful—perfect for a photo shoot.” Wren still didn’t seem convinced.
“You really think we should do this?” she asked, juicing an orange.
“Relax.” I rubbed her shoulders, swallowing hard before I removed my hands and backed away. “I promise you’ll look amazing, not that you need my help for that. And since I’ll be the one taking the photos, you can’t judge them too harshly.”
She laughed. “Fine.”
“Now, we have a few options. But I have one idea I really like, and I want you to roll with me here.”
“Okaaay.But if you tell me that I need to put on lingerie and pose, then you can forget it.”
Mm. The idea was tempting. Her splayed out for me in a tiny scrap of lace. Her nipples poking through the thin material. Her—
“Bennett?”
“Right.” I shook my head as if to clear it. “Okay. After we eat, get ready and put on your favorite outfit.” When she perked up, I added, “One that’s not sweats or loungewear.”
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes.
While we ate breakfast, we talked about River and the week ahead. It felt so normal, so natural. And I wondered if this was what it would be like to be in a relationship with Wren. Without the sex, obviously.
When we finished eating, she cleared the table and started washing the dishes.
“Quit stalling.” I gave her ass a little pat and then froze. Had I really just done that?
