“I don’t snore.”
“You liar.”
They had this conversation five times already, but Benson kept indulging because it was fun.I know I snore.Sydney had made sure he knew, but two sleep studies later, he still wasn’t diagnosed with sleep apnea.Somehow.Then his ex complained about his snoring, and it just became a thing Benson had to deal with every time someone slept over.
“Hungry?” he asked.
She snapped his waistband again. Benson hated to admit it, but just the thought of her grabbing him first thing in the morning got him going. A little. Just enough that he could still hide it while a thrill leaped through him. “I’d say I’m famished, but after last night, I don’t know if I can eat again.”
Eden kissed his back before unwrapping her arms and revealing that she was dressed in an old band T-shirt she kept at his place. Her standing on her tiptoes to get a clean glass for some water also revealed that she didn’t believe in underwear first thing in the morning.God bless her.
“What?” she asked, closing the cupboard as she lowered to the soles of her feet.
“Your ass was sculpted by God.”
She flashed him a sleepy smile. “Well, Iwastold that you love ass.”
He didn’t comment on that. It was better to let her giggle about it than to correct what she had heard another man say last night.
Benson was about to plate his eggs and start Eden’s when someone else sauntered out of the back bedroom like he owned the damn place. Before Liam could say anything, Bensondropped his spatula against his stove and turned to his other guest.
“Are you wearing my shirt?”
Liam leaned against the kitchen wall, hair disheveled anddefinitelywearing one of Benson’s oversized running shirts. “I have nothing else to wear.” He lifted one hand in the saddest apology ever. “Don’t worry. I left your tight beach shirts alone in their drawer.”
I need to burn everything and move.Of course, Liam knew where Benson kept shirts that would fit him. Usually, a guest asked first!
“Heeeey.” To add insult to injury, Eden wandered over and hugged Liam, who remained leaning against the kitchen as he planted severalvery heavykisses on Benson’s girlfriend. “Good morning, beautiful,” Eden teased between kisses.
Benson heard the whole thing over the cracking of four more eggs – they would get both of theirs scrambled, and they would like it.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” Liam said with a romantic growl that made Benson grunt. “Yes, good morning to you, too, darling!” Liam then called to him, while both arms wrapped around Eden – and his hands landed on her ass!
“I just want you two to know,” Eden said, still clinging to Liam while fluttering her lashes at the back of Benson’s head, “that last night was one of the best things ever. You guys are making me the happiest girl in the world.”
“Well, I like hearing that.” Liam twirled her where she stood, Eden landing against him with laughter on her lips. Benson shoved eggs around the pan while more toast popped up. “Maybe we should stay in all day and keep you happy. Especially if Ben’s cooking.”
“He does make a good breakfast…”
“While everyone else is wearing his clothes,” Benson muttered. Even if Liam ripped off that shirt right now, Benson would still have to toss it in the washer to get the smell of another man out of it.
He plated everyone’s food while the last round of toast went into the toaster. Eden helped herself to both finished plates to take to the dining table. Liam hovered nearby, neither looking at her nor at Benson.Not my business.He focused on tossing some utensils onto the table. He figured the three of them had things to discuss after breakfast.
Suddenly, someone was behind him.
“You need to tell her,” Liam ominously said. “Or I will.”
Benson wagged the spatula at him. “Your toast is almost ready.”
“Ben.”
Was thatexhaustionin his voice? Benson didn’t give a shit. “If you think this is lasting long enough to be relevant enough to her, you’re out of your mind.”
“She deserves to know.”
Benson was about to send him a testy“deserves to know what?”when Eden approached and asked, “What should I know?”
“Nothing, angel,” Benson was too quick to say.