Page 410 of The First Time
"Thank you." I take a seat at the counter. This smells like heaven, but I force myself to dig in slowly.
Mmm. Fluffy eggs. And they're fresh. I didn't even know eggs could taste fresh.
The peppers are crunchy. The tomatoes are sweet.
"I admit it. You're a good cook." I shovel another bite of omelet into my mouth.
Blake sits next to me. He takes a patient bite.
His eyes pass over me.
I try to slow down.
"You don't have to do that." He sips his coffee. "I like you messy."
I wipe my mouth with a napkin. "That's hard to believe." I motion to the perfectly clean apartment.
"Who says I want it that way?"
"Twenty bucks. It says you spend plenty to keep it this clean."
He chuckles. "True. But it's too clean. I've had too much of clean." He stares back into my eyes. "I've had too much of uncomplicated."
I swallow hard. "Oh?"
"You remember what I said that first night at my office?"
"That was a long time ago."
He brushes his thumb against my chin, wiping off a drop of coffee. "When you're with me, you won't want for anything."
Heat spreads through my body. I force myself to turn back to my breakfast. "I haven't." Mostly. There is one thing he can't give me, but Blake was always clear about love being out of the question.
I finish my eggs and coffee then get to work on the raspberries.
Blake watches me. He steals a berry off my plate and pops it into his mouth.
Ah, two can play that game.
I steal an orange slice off his plate and tear into it. Juice drips from my lips. Off my chin. Onto my chest.
Blake laughs. He catches the juice on his thumb and brings it to his lips.
He stares into my eyes as he sucks on the digit.
It shouldn't be sexy, but it is.
I slide off the stool and place my body in front of his.
He presses one hand into my lower back. The other slides through my hair.
He kisses me hard. Like he can't get enough.
No. It's not like.
He can't get enough.
I can't either.
