Page 15 of Magic and Muffins

“So late?” I thought I would have woken up earlier since I’d gone to bed by eleven.

“You can sleep more if you want.”

I shook my head, my lips brushing against his skin, and I grinned at his slight shiver. “Your eyes just did the black veiny thing, didn’t they?”

“Maybe.”

I smiled. I loved seeing his eyes turn black. It had been a little freaky at first when I hadn’t known him, but now it was like seeing the subtle blush on Shepard. Those little “tells” gave me more information about their mood than words.

Cross continued stroking my hair and lulling me back to sleep. So I rolled away before succumbing and groped for the remote I knew was on the nightstand. When the curtains opened enough to see him, he pouted as if I’d taken away his favorite toy.

“I’ll make breakfast,” he said.

“You don’t have to.”

“I know. I want to.” He kissed my forehead and left the bedroom, wearing only his shorts. It was a pleasant view.

Sighing, I went to the bathroom to shower. Once I was finished, I put on a cute top with a sparkly cupcake on it and matching shorts.

“I love these clothes,” I said to Cross when I found him in the kitchen. “And I love seeing you cooking.”

For someone who had once thought cooking was for servants, he seemed at home in the kitchen now.

“I love your clothes, too.” A sexy smile played on his lips. “And I like taking them off you as well.”

A memory of last night popped into my head. I tried not to blush but failed, and his eyes flashed black.

“I’ll happily do an encore performance,” he said.

“Focus on breakfast. What are you making?” I peeked over the island counter but couldn’t make it out. “I smell sausage.”

He nodded. “Eggs over easy, toast, sausage, and a special extra.”

“What’s the special?”

He plated the food and walked it over to me, kissing me on the lips. “That is.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I said with a laugh.

“Only with you. Have a seat, or would you like me to feed you standing up?”

I took the plate from him and settled at the table. “I can feed myself.”

While I did, I watched him check the news on his phone. He glanced at an article about a fae death before quickly scrolling past it.

“Anything new happen since last night?” I asked.

“Pro-vampire groups have been popping up and pulling people to their cause. The number of werewolf anti-fans is growing, too.”

“How’s Shepard doing? Have you talked to him?”

“He’s fine at the moment but weary of the attention the wolves are receiving. Thankfully, his pack is relatively unknown.”

I sent Shepard a quick message letting him know I was thinking of him and told him to let me know if he needed anything. Then, I read the messages on my phone while I ate.

Piper had replied to the group that they were having a great time. She included a photo of her pretending to save the Leaning Tower of Pisa from falling. However, she must have been standing in the shadow of a tree or something because the lighting was off. Still, it was a cute picture. I responded, wishing them a fun trip and asking her to send more pictures when she had time.

“I think there is a problem at Blur,” Cross said. “This just posted a moment ago.”

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