Page 12 of Lovers in Lockdown

‘With a kiss.’ Honey throws a hand over her mouth as soon as the words have left her lips, like she can’t believe what she’s just said. I can’t either. It’s the second time in twelve hours that she’s made a flirty comment like that. I watch as a myriad of expressions wash over her face, surprise, frustration and then finally, embarrassment.

‘I don’t like eggs,’ she says quickly, her cheeks burning and her eyes cast downwards.

As tempting as it is to bring her up on what she’s just said, I don’t want to make the situation any worse for her. ‘You don’t like eggs? But, why?’

‘I don’t know. They’re just a bit… eggy.’

‘You don’t like eggs because they’reeggy?’ I raise my eyebrows. Honey Matthews is a funny woman, even if she doesn’t mean to be.

She scowls at me. It’s adorable.

‘Will you just try my eggs? I’ll eat them if you don’t like them.’

She narrows her eyes at me, but eventually nods.

Thank God. I need something to concentrate on that isn’t how cute she looks with tousled hair and heavy eyelids, like she wasn’t quite ready to wake up when she did.

I don’t look at her at all while I’m making breakfast, which gives my boner a much-needed chance to deflate and lets the blood flow back to the rest of my body. If my dick had stayed that hard for much longer, I’d have passed out face first into the saucepan of scrambled eggs.

I serve up the food and slide Honey’s along the counter towards her. Her nose crinkles as she eyes the eggs suspiciously.

‘I haven’t poisoned them.’

She gives me a look like she doesn’t trust me, but tentatively lifts the fork to her mouth and takes a bite. I watch her as she chews, half expecting her to spit the eggs back at me because, despite only knowing her twelve hours, I have already learnt that she’s a bit of a loose cannon.

But she doesn’t spit them out.

Instead, she closes her eyes, tilts her head back and releases a quiet, sultry moan as she swallows.

Fuck.There goes my cock again.

Let it be known that there is no sound in this world sexier than Honey Matthews moaning. And my dick can’t cope with it. If it doesn’t chill out soon, I’ll either end up coming in my pants like a preteen, or be forced to do a headstand in the middle of the kitchen just so that gravity can do its thing and get the blood back to my head.

‘Oh my God, Noah,’ she groans.

That’s it, I’m gonna pass out.

‘What have you put in these eggs?’

I can’t answer her. I have a distinct lack of oxygen in my brain right now and it is making cognitive function impossible.

Thankfully, she clears her plate in record time.

‘Okay, you win. Your eggs are delicious.’

‘Not too eggy?’ I flash her a grin.

She scowls at me again. She really is too adorable when she looks at me like that. I make a mental note to make her scowl as much as possible.

‘Mind if we watch the news?’ she asks after loading the plates into the dishwasher.

Perfect. Nothing like news of a terrifying pandemic to promptly deflate a boner.

I take a seat beside her in the living room as she crosses her legs beneath her and switches on the television. The newsreader glumly reads out the statistics from the last twenty-four hours and my heart plummets.

What an absolute, shambolic shitshow of epic proportions this is.

I might be a six foot four, stocky, somewhat-brave man, but this entire situation really does give me the heebie-jeebies. No, it does more than that. It shakes me to the very core. Until now, I’ve tried not to give it too much thought. Thinking about how many lives it’s disrupting, ruining,taking,threatens to knock me sideways like a good ol’ fashioned Honey-style karate chop to the face.

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