Page 45 of Love Notes and Late Nights
Wolf turned halfway around, a sexy smile on his lips and a spatula in his hand. “I’m hungry. I figured you were too.”
“I am.”
“There’s coffee.” Wolf motioned to the pot with the spatula. “Bacon’s on the breakfast bar. Pancakes will be done in two minutes.”
“I can’t believe you did all this.” Harris poured himself a cup of coffee and then grabbed a slice of bacon.
“Pancakes, coffee, and bacon isn’t exactly hard.” Wolf waved the spatula again as he spoke. “Don’t expect anything fancy like Eggs Benedict or something. This is as fancy as I get. Unless you count sliced fruit and granola with peanut butter as fancy.”
Harris couldn’t be happier at the sight in front of him. Wolf seemed carefree as he flipped pancakes and stacked them on one big platter. He placed the platter on the breakfast bar, next to a tub of butter and a jug of maple syrup—the real thing, notthe corn syrup kind. The guy looked happy, with no tension in his brows and an effervescent smile on his face. He was even humming. After he set down the plate of pancakes, he approached Harris and stopped a few inches in front of him. “Sleep well?”
“Better than ever.” Harris purred. “How about you?”
“I always do when I’m with you.” Wolf ran his index finger down the center of Harris’ chest and leaned in for a kiss.
Their lips met tenderly for a brief moment, but when Wolf tried to pull back, Harris pulled Wolf forward, so their bodies collided, and he deepened the kiss. This guy wasn’t getting away so easily, not after last night.
Wolf leaned into the kiss, opening his lips invitingly, and breathing heavily out his nose. “Minty,” he commented after their mouths parted.
“I didn’t use your toothbrush. I just used toothpaste and my finger.”
“You could’ve used my toothbrush, especially after the places my mouth visited last night.”
A series of erotic chuckles left Harris’ mouth.
As they slipped into their seats at the breakfast bar, side by side, they briefly exchanged a glance and a smile, and started eating breakfast.
Harris held up a few triangles of pancakes on his fork. “These are awesome. I didn’t know you could cook.”
“I poured some batter in a pan. That’s hardly cooking.”
When Harris tried to make pancakes, they tasted like cardboard, and he burned half of them. These things were soft and buttery and fluffy. “What’s your secret? They’re delicious.”
Wolf smiled at Harris for a few seconds before answering. “Bisquick.”
Harris chuckled. “I guess you just have the magic touch.”
“I try.”
Harris had never been so happy and could barely tone down his smile long enough to eat. A small part of him was worried that it might be awkward, the way it sometimes was after two friends slept together, but they were flirting and acting like a couple. Harris stilled with his coffee cup halfway to his mouth, worried that Wolf didn’t want more and this was just a fling.
A chime went off and interrupted Harris’ thoughts before he had a chance to clarify things with Wolf, which couldn’t be at a worse time. The conversation needed to be had now, when everything was fresh. They needed to define what was going on between them.
“Someone’s here.” Wolf picked up the remote, and the flatscreen on the wall came to life with a live video of the driveway. “It’s Marshall.”
They looked at one another, and a moment of indecision passed through their eyes. It was as if they had a silent conversation about what to do, and they decided to do nothing.
While Wolf let Marshall in, Harris ate his pancakes and mentally prepared himself for what to say if Marshall suspected something was going on.
Voices approached then abruptly stopped when they reached the kitchen.
“Harris. Hey,” Marshall said. “I didn’t notice your car out front.” He glanced at the food on the breakfast bar, and his face lit up. “Breakfast! We must have some kind of telepathy going on,” he told Wolf.” I was taking my new Maserati out for a long cruise. The next thing I knew I was 10 minutes from here, so I thought I’d swing by and see if you wanted to go for a spin and get breakfast.” Marshall spread his hands out in front of him. “But this is perfect.”
He pulled out a stool then paused. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Harris and Wolf looked at one another, amused at Marshall’s indifference. “Help yourself. There’s plenty,” Wolf said, grabbing an extra plate and utensils for his friend.
“What are you guys up to today?” Marshall skewered several pancakes, deposited them on his plate, and covered them with maple syrup.
