Page 37 of Twink Heart

?Once Rowan was done running around and finally back on the couch to watch the movie, I convinced him to stay naked and we both cuddled up under and oversize blanket to watch the movie. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure what he turned on because I was out like a light within three minutes.

?When I woke up the next morning, I found I was back in Rowan’s bed alone. I was happy to find that my foot was already feeling a thousand times better. Even flexing it felt fine, the flesh no longer swelled and pulled against the stitches. Thanks to Doc and Rowan, I was mending pretty quickly, and I figured I’d be on my feet in a matter of days.

I pushed the covers down, stretching my naked body out in a pool of warm sunshine streaming through the window. There were dark clouds on the distant horizon. It looked like there was going to be a thunderstorm in the next few hours. But that sounded fun to me. Watching storms come in over the lake was always good.

?However, my attention was pulled away as my nose caught a new scent and my stomach growled.

?Bacon.

?Like a cartoon character, I nearly floated up and off the bed following the scent toward the kitchen. The moment my feet hit the floor, Rowan was in the doorway.

?“Stay off that foot!” he growled, crossing the room and sweeping me up into his arms once more. “You have to tell me when you need to go somewhere, okay? I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

?I threw an arm around his neck. “Whatever you say, boss. I like it when you tell me what to do.”

?He sighed, but I could tell it was just an act. The smirk pulling at his lips and the way he glanced down at my naked body told me all I needed to know.

?“Well, here’s an order then. Get dressed and come eat breakfast.”

?“That’s gonna be a no to the clothes,” I replied. “But a yes to the food.”

?He rolled his eyes. “Fine…”

?“Don’t pretend like you’re mad,” I laughed. “I can see you staring at my dick.”

?“I’d rather stare at your ass,” he grumbled.

?“How about this,” I offered. “After my bath, I’ll let you do more than just stare.”

?His eyebrow lifted.

?“You like sucking my cock so much, you should try eating my ass.”

?The sparkle in his eyes told me he was interested, but his hesitation told me that maybe that was a bit too much just yet.

?“We don’t have to do that just yet,” I giggled. “But I’m open to other ideas if you have any. And not just sex either, I don’t want you to think I’m just using you. I’d say we could go out somewhere and find something to do, but it looks like it’s gonna storm.”

?“Maybe we can drive out to the beach and watch the storm come in?”

?“Actually,” I nodded. “That sounds kind of fun.”

?“You’ll have to put clothes on for it.”

?“Eh. I’ll live I guess.” I leaned forward, kissing him on the cheek. “But I’m still eating breakfast naked.”

?He let out a heavy sigh, carrying me out of the room and toward the kitchen. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

?“Look at it this way,” I offered. “You’ve been fantasizing about stuff like this for years. I’m just helping you get caught up on the experience.”

?“So you’re doing me a favor?”

?I smiled. “Obviously.”

?Rowan just shook his head as he took me out to the kitchen and sat me in one of the barstools at the island. It looked like he’d been up for a while cooking and my mouth was already watering from the scent. There were two plates already made, both had a stack of blueberry pancake topped with whipped cream and lemon zest with a small pile of bacon off to the side.

?“Wow…” I said, practically drooling all over the counter. “Are you a chef or something?”

?Rowan shook his head. “No. I just… well I don’t get to cook that often and after yesterday I figured I should do something nice for you.”

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