Page 138 of The 21-Day Boyfriend
“Apple and cinnamon muffins.”
“When did you find time to make these?”
He ignores my question and turns back to the hob.
“Eric…?”
“I cook when I’m anxious.”
“Okay.”
“And when I can’t sleep.”
“So you’re making breakfast to try to get rid of your fake boyfriend with sugar?”
He turns and smiles. “Sorry.”
“What for?”
“I don’t know… I don’t know if we…” He turns around to flip the pancakes and I hear him sigh. “I haven’t woken up next to someone for a really long time.”
I wait in silence.
“It was weird. That it was you.” He turns back to me again. “I haven’t slept with a man since…”
“Got it.”
He moves his attention back to the hobs and I get up to join him, my hand resting on his bare back. Eric straightens.
“Your fingers,” he whispers, his face turned towards me. “I could feel them on me all night.” He sighs and faces me fully. “You took me by surprise.”
I frown, confused.
“I didn’t expect you to be all this, Mr. Quinn.”
“What were you expecting?”
“Not to dream about your mouth all night. Not to imagine it on me, to…” He takes another deep breath. “To want it on me again.”
“Really?”
He takes a step towards me, then reconsiders, stepping back. “I don’t know what… How…”
“Come here.” I reach my arms out to him.
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to hold you, for a start.”
He flashes me a small smile. “Then what?”
“Then I want to eat one or two – or three – muffins.”
He laughs and shakes his head.
“And let’s not forget about the pancakes.”
“Do you usually eat this much? I’ve never noticed.”
