Page 73 of Sin Bin Daddies
“I will. Love you.”
“Love you too, brat.” He hangs up before I can argue.
I sigh, tossing my phone onto the bed and dragging myself upright. The apartment is quiet, save for the faint rustling of Sunny moving in his bed in the corner.
I pad into the kitchen, tying my hair into a messy bun as I open the fridge. I should eat something.
Just as I’m pulling out eggs, a knock sounds at the door.
I freeze, heart stuttering. I know who it is before I even open it, and when I do, my suspicion is confirmed.
Ford.
Standing in my doorway, looking like sin wrapped in a black T-shirt and sweatpants, hair still slightly damp from a shower. He holds up a pack of bacon, a slow, knowing grin curving his lips.
“Figured you’d be making breakfast,” he says.
Heat floods my face.Does he know?
He steps inside without waiting for an answer, brushing past me with an easy confidence that only makes me flustered.
“Come in, I guess,” I mutter, shutting the door behind him.
Ford sets the bacon on the counter. “Blushing already? You’re adorable, Mads.”
I glare, but the warmth spreading through my chest betrays me.
He moves around the kitchen like he’s been here a million times, grabbing a pan, cracking eggs. I lean against the counter, watching him.
“How’s your wrist?” I ask.
He flexes his fingers, rolling his shoulder. “It’s fine.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.” He shoots me a look, something teasing but warm. “I can still handle you just fine.”
I bite my lip, heat pooling low in my stomach.
I hesitate, then clear my throat. “I wanted to tell you something.”
Ford glances at me, but before I can speak, he nods. “I know. Asher told me.”
I blink. “Oh.”
He keeps his eyes on the food, voice even. “I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you’re okay with… all of this.”
I exhale, something inside me loosening. “I am.”
Ford turns, resting his hip against the counter. “Good.” His gaze flicks over me. “Because this? It’s supposed to be fun. Uncomplicated.”
“Fun and uncomplicated,” I echo.
His lips twitch. “Exactly.”
And then his hands are on me.
The pan is forgotten as he tugs me close, his fingers slipping into my hair, his mouth finding mine in a slow, deep kiss. I meltagainst him, my hands fisting in his shirt, the warmth of his body pressing into mine.
