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“Running you a bath.” He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world, and right then, it felt like it was.

Chapter32

Oscar

Rock was already gone when I woke up the next morning. Willa, on the other hand, had crashed hard, and was now sound asleep in my bed.

And I had to say, she was a fucking sight to behold.

I extricated myself carefully from her limbs, then stared down at her. She was so fucking beautiful, lying on her stomach, her golden hair spread out over my pillows, the sheet barely covering her perfect ass.

I traced the line of her back with my gaze, remembering the way she’d looked bent over in front of me, the way she’d felt all around me, and hated the way my chest tightened.

I was all in on this girl and it fucking terrified me.

She’d taken Rock and me together like a champ, giving us all of her body. Now she felt like mine — ours — and that was a very dangerous feeling.

I wanted to climb back in bed, pull her into my arms, hold her until she wouldn’t let me hold her anymore, but we’d planned to give her our birthday gift with breakfast, and I wanted to make sure it was ready to go.

I slipped on a pair of gray sweatpants and left the room as quietly as I could. She deserved to sleep.

I found Neo and Rock in the kitchen, Neo staring out the wall of glass overlooking the property, Rock prepping the coffee maker with fresh coffee beans.

“Morning,” I said, heading for the coffee machine.

“That’s for Willa,” Rock said. “I want it to be ready when she wakes up.”

“I’ll replace the beans,” I said. “I need some fucking caffeine.”

“Make sure you do,” he grumbled.

Rock got weird when it came to “timing.” I had no idea how he did it, but he always managed to time everything on the menu to finish perfectly, so it was all hot when it was time to eat.

He’d clearly been at work a while. Bacon sizzled in a pan on the stove, and a bowl of pancake batter sat next to it, ready to be ladled onto the griddle. A few egg yolks sat in a tiny saucepan, and I peered inside for a better look. “What’s the egg yolk for?”

“Benedict,” he said, crossing to the fridge.

“You’re making eggs Benedict and pancakes and bacon?” I asked, pressing the button on the machine to start my cup of coffee.

He scowled. “It’s Willa’s birthday breakfast. She should have everything.”

He wasn’t wrong. The party may have been last night, but Willa’s birthday was today, and Rock had planned an entire day of amazing food, knowing Willa would want a day in after the party. It was one of the things I loved about her — she didn’t mind going out and doing things, but she seemed happiest at home, watching movies orLove or Money, ordering takeout and eating it on the couch snuggled between me and Rock.

I realized the kitchen was clean, not even an empty beer bottle or plastic cup on the counters.

“I thought we were going to have Reva clean up tomorrow?” I asked.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Neo said, finally turning away from the window.

“You cleaned?” I didn’t mean to sound as shocked as I did. Neo was actually a neat freak, especially when it came to the house, but Reva came often enough that he didn’t usually have to do much.

He shrugged. “Thought it would be nicer. For today.”

Ah. An undercover gift for Willa. Now I got it.

“Cool.” Best to never make too much about Neo being nice.

My coffee finished brewing and I went to work resetting the machine for Willa. Rock might be king of the kitchen, but I wanted to make Willa’s day nice too.

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