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She kisses me back, wrapping her legs around my waist, already wanting more.

Guess that’s a yes.

“Attagirl.” I grip her thigh and lose myself to her tight soaking pussy, making good on my promise, worshiping every part of her until the sun begins to rise.

The sound of someone’s truck starting wakes me up, and I can tell before I even glance at the clock that it’s late morning. The kind of late where the sun streaming through the crack in the curtains feels hot already and so does the breeze that comes with it. I don’t even remember passing out last night. I’m pretty sure it was after five but it was the best sleep I’ve had in a really fucking long time.

Violette’s small room is brimming with comfort. Even her headboard is like one big stuffed cushion. The wallpaper in here looks like something my grandmother would’ve had. It’s navy blue with tiny little flowers on it but somehow all the pillows and antique furniture just works. It’s soft and warm and makes me feel at peace. It’s Violette, in a space. Off her bedroom there’s a little patio door that leads to an old, covered deck overlooking her square, but private yard. It’s flanked with trees and has a little swing set.

I angle myself on my side to watch her as she sleeps beside me, we’re both still naked and I wish we never had to get dressed.

Violette’s skin is golden in the morning light and I take in the tiniest of details that I never thought I’d have the privilege of seeing.

Like for one, when Violette lets her hair air dry, it gets super curly, reminding me of when we were younger. It’s splayed all over the pillow and my forearm, so soft. Her face is upturned, and she breathes in a quiet, even pace. Her lashes flutter in a dream, they’re thick and dark, even though any makeup she was wearing has long since been washed away, and the dusting of freckles over the bridge of her nose is like a little constellation.

I’ve been with my share of women, though Violette was always in the back of my mind. I’ve unabashedly compared every single woman to her and every single one of them has come up short.

I glance at my phone to check the time. It’s 10:30 and there are a dozen messages in my group chat with my squad, mostly memes and videos, Opp asking me if I got home okay with a laughing face—he knew I was going to wait for Violette. I scan through the rest and find one serious message from my sup; a crew member on the Montana shot crew we’ve worked with went to the hospital with third degree burns last night after a fire in California. Sup asks us to keep the squad in our thoughts.

I hate seeing it. Even though it’s not us, every single time someone is injured, we all feel it.

I slink out of bed and pull my boxers on without waking Violette up and head down the hall, one more minute of laying with her and I’ll be sliding my fingers into that perfect pussy again and I know she was sore last night. I didn’t exactly take it easy on her.

The sun is covering everything in her bright kitchen as I begin my search for coffee and food. We never did get that pizza last night and I’m fucking starving. I find coffee easily enough and start brewing a pot for us, then I pull the makings of some scrambled eggs and pancakes out of her cupboard and decide to make some breakfast. She’ll either think it’s sweet or be pissed at me for messing around in her kitchen, but when shetastesmy pancakes, she’ll forgive me. I might not be the best cook, but I make a mean stack of pancakes, I use my dad’s recipe, and it never fails.

I’ve got Colter Wall playing through my phone and I’m singing along, halfway through my second cup of coffee as I cook. Just as I’m pulling my first three pancakes off the griddle, Violette makes her way into the kitchen wearing nothing but my T-shirt. It falls to the curve of her upper thigh, barely covering her ass. Perfectly placed to drive me insane. Her hair is loose and full of curls as it falls over her shoulders, and she’s yawning as she looks around and takes in the work I’m doing in her kitchen. Our eyes meet and she smiles at me, it spreads across her face slowly and it takes my goddamn breath away.

“Youbetterbe making me breakfast, Kingsley, your dick is huge, and I think we burned a thousand calories last night,” she says, coming over to where I’m working and pops a strawberry into her mouth.

I chuckle as I hand her the piping hot plate of pancakes.

“Good morning to you too,” I tell her, kissing her on the lips.

She happily hums as she tosses her hair in a big messy bun on top of her head. She helps herself to a mug of coffee and places the maple syrup in the middle of the counter. Every time I think I’ve seen Violette at her most beautiful she proves me wrong.

If you asked me now, I’d say that this version, first thing in the morning, spewing random profanity, and freshly fucked is my favorite.

What’s hotter than a gorgeous shirtless firefighter in your kitchen? A gorgeous shirtless firefighter making you breakfast.

I pop the last bite of the world’s fluffiest cinnamon pancakes into my mouth and take a sip of my coffee. Rowan’s hoodie is slung over the back of my kitchen chair so I can still smell his cologne that clings to it as I eat.

“So, about that date…” Rowan says as he sits down to my left with his own plate of pancakes

“Last nightwasa date.” I lean back in my chair and propping my feet up on the one across from me.

“Like fuck,” he says as he shovels in a bite.

“Hollie is going toSuperPetslive with Troy on Wednesday,” I offer.

Rowan doesn’t look up as he shakes his head. “I’ll take it but that’s too far away.”

He looks up at me. “What are you and Hollie doing for dinner tonight?”

My mouth pops open and my chest warms at the idea that he would want to spend time with both meandHollie. So of course I do what I do best.

I panic.

“Um…I’m not sure.” I stand and take my plate to the sink, setting it down and then focusing out the kitchen window.

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