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Her brows lowered as she said, “I mean it. He better not fuck up. You both deserve to be happy, and I always thought you were perfect together.”
Miles opened and closed his mouth, his throat dry though he managed to mumble, “Wilder said he’d never seen him happier than when we were together.”
“True. Very true.”
Her smile widened, and she was grinning at him as she wrapped her arms around him. He rested his head against hers and put one arm around her waist, his other hand rubbing her arm.
She smelled like Kaz’s shampoo, which made him grin because he had a feeling Kaz was the one usinghershampoo and not the other way around. He’d always loved the way Kaz smelled. Even when he hated him and wanted to avoid him. That mix of citrus and leather always brought with it a sense of calm. Of belonging. That’s what Kaz had been to him last time. A pillar. Someone he thought he could lean on. Someone who understood like no one else did.
He wanted so desperately for that to be true now. For Kaz to be the one he could lean on. For him to be the one Kaz leaned on. He wanted more. More than last time, and it scared the ever-living shit out of him because if he jumped into this perfect thunderstorm, he wasn’t sure he’d survive.
“If it isn’t my two favorite people.”
Miles snapped his head up, his breath caught in his lungs at the sight of Kaz. The man held a tray before him, a shoulder resting against the door jamb. He wore an easy smile that had Miles’s heart speeding up, his black hair falling over his forehead as his eyes gleamed wickedly.
Jane pulled away from Miles, a sheepish look on her face.
“Sorry for stealing your man,” she teased, batting her lashes innocently at Kaz.
Kaz huffed and pushed away from the doorway to step inside, his smile teasing.
“You’re not sorry,” he said to her.
Jane shrugged, and Miles covered his mouth with his hand to keep Kaz from seeing his smile. Not that it helped. Kaz zeroed in on Miles, mischief finding his gaze.
“And you’re no better, are you?”
“Of course not,” Jane said and stood, turning to throw a wink at Miles. “Or he wouldn’t be my new best friend.”
Miles gave her a smile he hoped conveyed his appreciation for her trusting him and that he wouldn’t tell anyone what she shared. She would need to decide who to tell herself, though he had a feeling Kaz and especially Wilder might not take the news very well.
He couldn’t contain his laugh when Jane patted Kaz’s ass on her way past him and said, “Go get him,” in a stage whisper.
Kaz grumbled under his breath, but as he met Miles’s gaze, there was nothing but affection in those gray eyes.
Jane closed the door on her way out, and Kaz put the tray down on the bed next to Miles, then sat down on the other side of it. The tray held two plates stacked full of food. Sausages, bacon, eggs, toast, you name it, it was on there.
“Did you make that?”
“Surprisingly, Idoknow how to cook,” Kaz teased, smiling wryly at Miles.
Miles hummed. “That remains to be seen, doesn’t it?”
“Well, if you don’t like it, I’ve got something else you can put in your mouth.”
Miles pressed his lips together, his amusement fighting with the desire filling him.
“Don’t even…”
Kaz grinned and plucked a piece of bacon off his plate, taking a bite and moaning low at the taste. The sensual sound washed over Miles, and he dropped back on the bed, slinging an arm across his face while he mumbled, “Not playing fair.”
“Fair? Sweetheart, this is me being nice.”
He lifted his arm and found himself locked in Kaz’s darkening gaze. Kaz was looking at him as if he was the food. As if Kaz wanted to devour him. Was it wrong that he wanted him to?
He shook his head, moving backward up the bed as Kaz grabbed the tray and placed it on the floor.
“Kaz…”
