Grabbing the first thing I reached in my drawer filled with lazy wear, I slipped on a vintage Rolling Stones T-shirt and headed to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee. I halted in place upon finding Caine at my stove. His back was to me, and he didn’t seem to have heard me, so I stood in the doorway watching him, half stunned at what I was seeing and half shocked at finding he was even still here.
Caine was…dancing? Well, not technically dancing, I guess. But he was definitely swaying to the beat of something as he flipped pancakes in one pan and rolled the sausage around in the other. Yum. And the food smelled pretty good, too.
I continued watching quietly, utterly amused at seeing Caine so disarmed.
“You want some coffee while you stand there?” he asked without turning around.
I jumped and then smiled. “I didn’t think you knew I was here.”
“I know.” He went to the cabinet, pulled down a mug, and poured me a cup of coffee. It seemed Caine and my kitchen had gotten acquainted while I slept. “Do you take cream and sugar?”
“One Equal and half and half.”
Caine finished making my coffee, and for some reason, I stayed in the doorway of the kitchen. He brought me the mug and kissed the tip of my nose before handing it to me. “Morning, sleepyhead.”
“How long have you been up?”
“About an hour.”
“I didn’t know you were still here. Why didn’t you wake me?”
Caine returned to the stove. “Figured you were tired after last night.”
I smiled and brought the coffee to my lips. “I am. I feel like I got beat up.”
Plating pancakes and a few sausages, he set breakfast on the table. “Sit.”
“You’re really bossy, you know? Borderline rude. I’m not a dog. Sit. Stand.”
Caine walked back to where I was still leaning against the doorway and put one hand on either side of my head on the wall.
“You didn’t seem to mind it last night.”
“That’s different.”
“No, it’s not.”
He dropped his head, chuckling. “How about we have breakfast without a fight?”
“Fine. I’ll sit. But only because it smells really good and not because you barked at me.”
He shook his head. “Whatever it takes, Feisty.”
As soon as the fork hit my mouth, I realized I was starving. I woofed an entire pancake in a few bites.
“Hungry?” Caine raised a brow.
“Shut up. So what did you do while I was sleeping?”
“Listened to music on my phone, checked out the pictures on your wall some more.”
I pointed my fork at him. “You were snooping? Wouldn’t have taken you for a snooper.”
“I didn’t go through your drawers. I looked at pictures hung on the wall. I don’t think that’s the same as snooping.”
“Snooper.” I smiled like an idiot.
We ate in silence for a while. I smiled too much, and Caine looked like he was trying to hide that he was a little terrified of my enthusiasm over breakfast. But it was so much more than I’d expected from him after how things started off last night.#p#分页标题#e#
While I was rinsing the plates, my cell phone rang. It was plugged into the charger on the kitchen counter, and Caine and I caught the name flashing at the same time. Davis.
Caine’s eyes flickered up to mine. Ignoring it, I went back to finishing the dishes.
“Not going to get that?”
“I’ll talk to him later.”
While I wiped down the table, Caine went back to the living room wall with another cup of coffee. I joined him when I was done. He stood in front of a picture that had been taken just about a year ago. It was of my three roommates and me the week before we all moved out and went our separate ways. Our couch was six feet long, made of two, three-foot cushions, but the four of us were all sitting squished on one. There were a lot of smiles in that photo.
“Who’s this with you and Ava?”
“That’s Beth and Davis. Beth is the one with the cleavage.”
“I gathered that much.”
Caine sipped his coffee. After a moment, he turned and faced me. “Why didn’t you sleep with him?”
“We just had dinner. He wanted to talk.”
“But he wants to sleep with you?”
“He wants to give dating another try, yes.”
Caine sipped again, studying me over the brim of the mug. “And what do you want?”
You, you idiot. I want you. I knew he was skittish enough about what had happened last night, so I treaded cautiously, trying to make light of the subject. “I wouldn’t mind some more of what I had last night.”
Caine slipped his hand under the hem of my T-shirt and discovered I had nothing on underneath. He grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed. “You’ve had nothing on under here since you got up?”