Page 35 of Before It Was Love

A woman can’t drive you crazy if you don’t call her a mistake.

Flynn

When I hear Sophia’s door open, I pour her a cup of coffee and add some milk before setting the mug on the table next to her plate of French toast.

Her steps are slow as she descends the stairs. She’d probably sneak out of the house if she could. Lucky for me, she doesn’t have a car. Because I am not letting her escape before I apologize for last night.

“Good morning,” I greet when she enters the room.

“What’s good about it?”

Even grumpy as hell, she’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Whatever make-up she used on her eyes accentuates their hazel color. And she painted her pouty lips a bright red shade making them even more tempting than normal.I want to meld my lips to hers while I wrap my hand around her ponytail.

I glance away from her tempting lips and discover she’s wearing a short skirt today showcasing miles and miles of her smooth skin. I fist my hands before I give into the temptation to drop to my knees to taste her skin.

I force fantasies of those legs wrapped around my waist out of my mind and nod to the table. “I made your favorite breakfast.”

She picks up her mug and sips her coffee.

“Sit down. Eat your breakfast. I’ll drive you to work once you’re finished.”

She studies the plate for a moment before she finally sits down. I knew she couldn’t resist French toast. She takes a bite and moans. I feel the sound in my cock. My very unhappy cock that doesn’t understand why we didn’t spend the night buried deep in Sophia.

I clear my throat and sit down across from her.

She sighs. “Go ahead.”

“Go ahead with what?”

“Apologize. Make excuses. Tell me I’m your little sister. Whatever it is you’re going to say to try and erase what happened last night.”

Damn, this woman knows me. I can’t get away with shit.

“Last night was a mistake.”

Her fork clatters to the table. “A mistake. How was it a mistake? Did your tongue accidentally find its way into my mouth? Oops! I tripped and now my dick is hard, and my lips are glued to Sophia’s.”

“My cock doesn’t usually get hard when I trip.”

Her nostrils flare. “Not the point and you know it.”

“It was a mistake for me to take advantage of you when you’d been drinking.”

Her mouth gapes open. “Are you serious?”

I nod.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Excuse me?”

“You did not take advantage of me. I was a full participant in the kiss. I had complete control of my facilities. I passed the bunny hop/nose touching test.”

“I’m uncertain the bunny hop proved you were sober.”

“I never said I was sober,” she grits out.

“Nevertheless, you’re living in my home as a guest. I should have kept my hands to myself.”

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