“You know I can feel you looking at me, right?” Her eyes don’t open when she yawns.
A grin spreads over my face. “And that’s a problem, why?”
“It’s not.” She yawns again and scrubs a hand over her face. “But what time is it?”
“Early.” Her eyelids slowly flutter open and I love the way her gray eyes look in the early morning sun.
She studies my face for a moment before a crease forms between her brows. “No, really. What time is it?”
I tuck her bangs out of her eyes and run the backs of my knuckles over her cheek. “Relax. You’ve got at least an hour and a half before you need to be at the coffee shop.”
Her body relaxes and her head sinks back into the pillow. Then she quirks a brow at me and smirks. “How do you know what time I need to be there?”
“I—” Shit. How do I answer that without being creepy? When it comes to her, I make a mental note of every detail. “Educated guess? I know when you open and what you have ready to serve when you open. So I just assumed and started working backwards and?—”
She snorts a laugh. “Relax, Pretty Boy. I’m just screwing with you.” She flashes a sheepish smile at me. “I might also happen to know more about your schedule than I care to admit.”
My heart fills with hope hearing that she’s been paying attention to me. Maybe not as much as I’ve been hopelessly admiring her, but it still counts. I pack that nugget away with others into my rainy day collection.
“Since you have time, stay for breakfast with me. Please?”
That crease between her brows returns and my pulse quickens with worry.
“Sutton. I don’t know what we’re doing or what’s going on. We should probably talk about this?”
I nod. “Yeah. So how about over breakfast?”
She rolls her eyes. “You mean over cereal?”
“I’ll have you know I can make anything you want for breakfast. I just like cereal.”
She sighs and gives me a playful look. “Fine. We can talk over breakfast.”
“What do you want? Eggs, bacon, toast, something sweet?”
“You’re too perky in the morning.” She buries her face in the pillow and groans. “Just feed me whatever.”
“That’s funny. I’d sayhardis more accurate thanperkyright now.”
She turns her head enough to look at me, with one eye, and I can tell she’s glaring. “Just go make food.”
“Yes, Chef. One order of ‘whatever’ coming right up.” I toss her a wink and hop out of my bed, but I don’t miss the little twitch in her cheek from the smile she’s trying to hide.
When I walk out of my bedroom to the kitchen, the pep in my step is impossible to ignore. I am giddy and I don’t care that she can see it. I’m finally getting somewhere with her and I’m going to do whatever I can to keep it that way.
Now I just need to figure out what to make someone that was impossibly vague on what they want for breakfast.
CHAPTER 25
KELSEY
When I walk outof Sutton’s bedroom in just one of his flannels, something about it feels oddly normal. I thought I’d be weirded out by spending so much time in Grandma’s old house, but it’s been the exact opposite. Even if the place has changed and been remodeled, it still feels so natural to be here inside these walls. The man cooking me breakfast in the small open kitchen might have something to do with it too.
I hear the sizzling pan on the stove. I’m hit with the delicious smell of bacon and what I sincerely hope is maple syrup.
Most days, I’m so crunched for time that I just eat pastries at the coffee shop or some yogurt and granola. This already feels like an indulgence that I can’t wait to enjoy.
What really has my stomach doing flips is the way his eyes track my movement across the room. They never leave me and I see his tongue dart over his lips when his shirt rides up my thighs. I think the feeling is mutual though because he’s only wearing a pair of gray sweats. It’s either brave or stupid considering he’s standing in front of a sizzling pan of bacon. Either way, I relish in the sight of his toned upper body and that dusting of chest hair running down to the defined V that disappears into his waistband. I rememberexactly what those muscles feel like under the pads of my fingers. I fell asleep with my hand resting on his warm body while he pulled me into him all night. I know I have to be at work soon, but part of me wants to indulge in him right now because he’s breathtaking to look at.