Page 59 of Here and Now
Because all I did was replay that moment on the couch about Miles almost kissing me. I replayed it a hundred ways, me telling him off, me kissing him, the way his lips would feel, the way he’d taste, if he would be soft and sensual or rough and dominating.
All of it was like a stupid movie that wouldn’t shut off.
I’m surprised there’s not a bald spot in the carpet from me walking to the door and back as I talked myself out of just going to his room and kissing him so I could stop imagining it.
However, I held back, used some self-restraint I didn’t know I possessed, and stayed in my room. Counting down the minutes until it would be eight and I could get the boys and go see if my house was still standing.
I seem to have screwed that up.
Quickly, I brush my teeth and then head out to see if the boys are awake. I stop mid-step when I see the scene before me. Miles is at the stove, and the boys are sitting at the table. Miles is in a pair of basketball shorts and an Ember Falls Bulldogs shirt.
His smile is easy as he chats with the boys, and all the reminders, rules, and restrictions I put on myself disappear at the sight of him cooking breakfast for my son.
“You have to eat bacon with pancakes, it’s a law,” Ethan tells Kai.
“It’s not a law.”
“It should be.”
Kai sighs dramatically. “I don’t like bacon.”
Miles drops the spatula. “You don’t like bacon?”
My son shrugs. “Mom says I’m weird.”
“It is weird. Everyone likes bacon!” Ethan protests.
Kai looks over, seeing me. “Mom! Tell them I’m not weird.”
I chuckle and enter the kitchen fully, keeping my eyes off the very sexy man at the stove. If I don’t look at him, I can’t ogle his perfect body.
So I turn to Kai. “You’re totally weird, dude. Bacon is the best.”
“Thank God, I thought I was going to have to stage an intervention,” Miles says with relief.
“No need for that.”
“There’s bacon and pancakes on the counter. Help yourself to whatever you want.”
Now I really want to kiss him. “You should’ve woken me. I’m sorry.”
“I went in your room, but you were snoring,” Kai informs everyone. “Coach said to let you sleep and the men could handle breakfast.”
I smile. “He did?”
“I do know how to make the essentials,” Miles says, flipping a pancake and then pointing to the food on the counter with his spatula.
I take my cue and grab a plate, loading it up with two pancakes and some bacon.
“This looks great,” I say.
“I made you coffee as well.”
My eyes find his. “You made coffee?”
“You do like coffee, right?”
“Yes, but no one has ever made me coffee, that’s my job.”
