Page 200 of One More Kiss

Chapter8

Johnny

I wasup before the sun. The couch was a tad short for me and it was hard to get comfortable with a raging erection half the night. The half bath was a tad small, and I wasn’t sure how loud I would be if I tried to relieve myself. I certainly couldn’t on the couch.

She was so peaceful sleeping last night, but I didn’t think I could sleep in the chair, and I wouldn’t leave her on the couch and take the bed. She didn’t seem to care for the fact that I carried her to the room. And I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit I thought about things I could do once up there. But I was a man, not an animal. Although, her fiery reaction to everything was hot.

As long as I wasn’t staring her down and touching her, she was sweet, jovial, and smiled brightly. Even though I shouldn’t try to get a rise out of her, I enjoyed when she was fired up. Like she had two totally different sides, both equally fun.

After I enjoyed a cup of coffee on the porch, I looked through the fridge and found a few things for breakfast. I was at the stove flipping sausage when she cleared her throat.

“Morning. How’d ya sleep?” I asked after looking back to the stove and turning on the other burner.

“Fine I guess.”

She poured herself some coffee and sat at the island.

“How do you take your eggs?”

“Are you cooking my food?”

Chuckling, I nodded. “Yep. I’ll reimburse you my half. How do you take your eggs?”

She sighed but answered. “Over easy. Thanks.”

After cooking her eggs to her preferred doneness, I plated them, tossed some sausage on it, and passed it across the island to her with a fork.

“Wow, these are perfect.”

I smiled as I cracked eggs for myself into the pan.

I sat next to her, and we ate quietly. There was definitely tension in the air, but I couldn't tell if it was good or bad tension. She was rigid but she smiled. And her breathing was quick and shallow. Sher was nervous.

I put my fork down and wiped my face with a napkin. “Listen, CJ. I’m sorry about last night. I was trying to keep you from waking up, but I know I shouldn’t have done that.” I waited for her to make eye contact with me. “I’m sorry.”

A flush hit her cheeks, but she grinned. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have hit you.”

“Or yelled.”

“Hey, don’t push it mister.” She cocked an eyebrow at me. “But yes. It was a nice gesture. It was a little jarring since I haven’t been picked up in years and well, stranger danger.”

She turned back to her food.

“You haven’t been picked up in years?”

She shrugged. “Nope.”

She was so nonchalant. Why wouldn’t someone want to grab her up just to throw her on the bed?

“Do you not like being picked up?”

She put her fork down. “I don’t know. I’m not opposed to it. Guess I’m just too much woman for some men.” She laughed then went back to eating.

I stood up and grabbed my plate, then leaned to her ear. “I’d say just the right amount.” God, she smelled like happiness in a bottle.

I noticed the chill bumps prickle across her arms before I walked around her to put my plate away and start cleaning the pans I used.

I refilled my coffee then grabbed my phone and went to the back door. “I’m gonna check in on my son and call Bo so see if there’s any updates. I’ll try to stay out of your hair today.”

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