Page 58 of Fierce-Hyde

It didn’t completely take the tangles out of her hair, but it was better than not having anything at all.

She stepped out of the shower after she shut it off, towel-dried her body and hair as best as she could and got dressed.

She opened a drawer to find a brush or comb and saw a travel bottle of leave-in conditioner.

He didn’t seem to be the type that would use that and hated to think it was another woman’s that was left here, but it most likely was.

Since she was the only woman in his life right now— because she was going to believe him when he said it—she used some of it and then grabbed his comb and ran it through her hair next.

When she looked in the closet again, she didn’t see a blow dryer and would have to just let it go on its own. She’d put it up when she got home and changed.

The smell of something sweet caught her attention when she opened the door.

“Wow,” she said. “You do cook.”

“Pancakes,” he said. “My Sunday morning treat. Why not have them a day earlier?”

Guess he wasn’t just saying the words about cooking. Though pancakes weren’t that hard. You add water to the boxed mix.

But they were cooked perfectly so he had to know what he was doing somewhat.

“I’m glad you did,” she said.

“How do you take your coffee? I’m afraid I don’t have creamer if you use that.”

“I do,” she said. “Do you have milk?”

He opened the fridge and came back. “Here you go. Just a small thing. I have it in cereal a few times a week.”

She poured a healthy amount of milk in. It wouldn’t be the same as cream but better than drinking it black.

They sat down and ate breakfast together. “Is there anything you want to do today?” she asked.

“I’m open for anything,” he said.

“This is silly,” she said. “But I’ve always wanted to try the treasure hunt in the city. I remember some kids I used to see talked about it once and I thought it sounded so fun.”

“We can do that,” he said. “There is a festival going on this weekend too. More arts-type things and we can walk around and just see what there is.”

“You like art?” she asked. She would have never thought that.

“I’m not some frat boy you want to keep lumping me into,” he said, closing one eye at her. “I can appreciate handcrafted things. I’m talking pottery and tapestries, jewelry. Things like that. Not really art on the wall. I don’t get into that as much.”

“That sounds fun,” she said.

“Do you know, you’re almost bouncing in your seat right now?” he said as he finished his pancakes.

She hadn’t realized it. “That’s a good thing. I’m excited.”

“I’m glad. I’m going to shower now. Don’t leave on me...please.”

“I won’t,” she said. “I’ll clean up breakfast since you cooked.”

“I’m not going to argue with you,” he said, moving past her. Her eyes landed on his bare back. He’d pulled on athletic shorts and nothing else.

He had such a body on him and she was stunned that she felt hers heating up again.

She’d never wanted sex this much.

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