Page 43 of Maggie

Chapter 13

Maggie

Maggie rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked around, a little disoriented. It took her a minute to realize she was in Wylder’s bed, in Wylder’s room, at Wylder’s apartment. They’d fucked last night.

A quick glance at his side of the bed showed her he wasn’t there. Shit. Had their hormones ruined their friendship?

Something caught her eye.

Wait, what was that?

A second look revealed a piece of paper on Wylder’s pillow with a daisy painted on it and the words “M, Join me for breakfast. -W” written underneath.

He must’ve painted that note. Beautifully. She lightly touched the paint, which was still wet.

She breathed a sigh of relief and sank into her pillow. Wylder wasn’t upset.

She pushed the covers off her and climbed from bed. She found her clothes from last night folded on the nightstand and quickly got dressed.

Maggie pushed the door open, went down the hallway, and walked into the dining room. Her eyes were immediately drawn to Wylder, who stood shirtless at the stove in the kitchen as he fried eggs. His lounge pants hung low over his hips.

For the first time, she could see his back tattoos. He’d been truthful that his back was covered. She could see American McGee’s dark Cheshire Cat, the panda bear he’d shown her in a picture, a phoenix, and miscellaneous others. They wove around his back and tied into the superhero ink on his arms.

Between his ink and his muscles, she had to squeeze her legs together to try to curb her arousal. She’d always known Wylder was hot, but right now she found him unbelievably sexy.

He turned around and spotted her. He grinned. “Hey.”

She smiled. “Hi.”

“Have a seat. Breakfast will be ready soon.”

“Thanks.”

Maggie sat at the table. Buzz’s nails clicked across the floor as he ran to greet her.

“Hey, buddy,” she said as she leaned down to pet him. “Good morning.”

Wylder put a scoop of food in Buzz’s bowl. “Buzz, breakfast,” he said. Buzz happily abandoned Maggie for the food.

“How’d you sleep?” Wylder asked. He opened the fridge and poured two glasses of orange juice. He brought the glasses of juice to the table and set them down, then returned to the kitchen.

“Really good. I’m surprised. You must be my good luck charm because I’ve fallen asleep with you twice this week with no medicine.”

Wylder scooped something out of a pan at the stove onto their plates, then he lifted the plates off the kitchen counter, and carried them to the table.

“Want to test your luck again tonight?” he asked.

He slid her plate across the table to her. Fried eggs, bacon, hash browns, and biscuits.

“Do you want me to spend the night?” she asked.

Wylder sat in the chair across from her. “I’d love for you to spend the night.”

She raised an eyebrow. “With more of what we did last night?”

“Video games? Sure.”

They looked at each other seriously for a minute then laughed.

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