Page 62 of Unforeseen Love

“Go get dressed. I’ll make us some breakfast.”

And then he’s gone, leaving me with my mouth gaping open.

I see my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I want to die. I look like a damn panda. I waste no time stripping out of my clothes and getting in the shower. It feels good.

I think back to our date and how I loved everything about it. The wine barrels were so quirky, and I’ve never seen an enomatic wine serving system––it allows the wine to be served directly from the bottle to the glass. The closest I’ve had to something like that is wine in a box on a girls’ night with Quinn. I can’t wait to tell her about that place, she’ll bloody love it.

When I finally feel human again, and I’m dressed in loungewear, I follow my nose into the kitchen, where Theo is plating up a full English breakfast. And if I wasn’t in love before, I sure as hell am now. I pause my ascent, my heart racing. Am I in love?

He turns his head and smiles when he sees me.

“Please don’t tell me you’re one of those who doesn’t like a fry-up when they’re hungover.”

I move towards him and smile, going up on tiptoes and kissing his cheek now that my mouth doesn’t feel like it’s housing death.

“I’m not. This smells amazing.”

He points to the cutlery drawer. “Can you grab the knives and forks,” he says, picking up the plates and walking them over to the table.

I do as he asks and join him at the table, my eyes flicking to the massive bouquet and then back to his.

“They’re for you. They were meant to be a surprise for when we got back last night.”

And again, I instantly feel like an absolute tool. His finger hooks under my chin, raising my face to look at him.

“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. I don’t regret anything about last night.”

He leans down and gives me a chaste kiss before pulling back way too soon.

“Now eat up, my little lush,” he says, pointing to my plate. “The day’s awaiting.”

He sure is in a chipper mood for someone who didn’t get any last night.

I cut into the fried bread and then dip it into the egg yolk before bringing it to my mouth, and I can’t hide my hum of satisfaction.

“Good?” he asks before taking a bite of his sausage.

I nod but don’t answer, too busy trying to get as much on my fork as possible.

When I’m halfway through, I glance back at the flowers.

“They’re beautiful, by the way, thank you. Lilies are my favourite.”

Theo smiles. “I know.” He dips his bread into his bean sauce and brings it to his mouth, and I’m unable to look away. Unlike other men I know, he manages to make eating look sexy.

“And you’re welcome, by the way,” he says with a wink.

I glance back to my plate and know I’m blushing. He manages to evoke so many emotions from me without even trying.

When he turned up in all his sexy as sin, vainglory, I thought it was a curse, but now I’m almost certain he is a blessing.

ChapterForty

Theo

This past week has been exhausting, so as much as I would have liked to have taken Sienna out on another date, we decided just to spend the day chilling. Which is something we rarely get to do lately.

“I want you to show me how you pleasured yourself after you watched me come, back when I called in that favour.”

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