Part 20 (1/2)

”I'll ask you again in an hour,” he laughed slightly.

I murmured an ”okay,” and fell back to sleep.

Rue ”Wake up,” the annoying voice asked.

I ignored the bothersome voice, refusing to acknowledge it in hopes that it'd leave if I stayed extremely still.

Boy was I wrong.

Instead of leaving me alone, the annoyance continued to pester me.

”Wakey, wakey eggs and bakey,” Cleo's infuriatingly awake self, crooned into my ear.

”No,” I moaned.

”Yes,” he said as he removed the covers.

I stayed as still as possible, hoping that if I pretended to sleep, he'd leave.

I was wrong.

”Come on,” Cleo pleaded. ”I've been working for nearly a week straight. Please. I want to ride.”

”I want to sleep,” I whined into my pillow.

I was extremely tired, and my bed felt so beautifully perfect.

”Eggs?” he asked.

”Uh-uh,” I replied.

Eggs weren't good enough.

”Bacon and eggs?” He tried.

”No,” I said immediately.

It'd have to be at least pancakes and bacon before I bothered with moving.

”How about Krispy Kreme?” he asked slowly.

I raised my head up to see him biting into a fresh, golden glazed donut. ”Oh, man.”

He grinned, and then licked his lips free of the glaze flakes.

”I bought a dozen,” he teased.

Pus.h.i.+ng up onto my elbows, I lifted my legs until my knees were underneath me and pushed up to kneeling.

My hands were planted on either side of my thighs, and I was watching as he shoved the last bite of donut into his mouth.

Before he could lick his fingers, I brought them over to my mouth and sucked.

”Yum,” I said as I licked the next finger.

His eyes flared. ”You are such a freakin' tease.”

I winked and stood from the bed. ”Don't tease me with my favorite things in the world next time then.”

”That was the only way I was getting you out of the bed earlier than eleven o'clock.” He laughed as he followed me out to my kitchen.

I sat down at the table and opened the box.

There were eleven left, and I chose the one in the very middle.

The donut was still warm, and I nearly moaned as I brought the delicacy to my mouth and sank my teeth into it.

Flavor burst across my taste buds, and my eyes closed unconsciously.

”Seriously, you've been practicing that, haven't you?” Cleo accused.

I opened my eyes and winked at him. ”You've only got to bring these with you every time you come, and I'll do the same for you.”

”Deal,” he said immediately.

I giggled and finished my donut in two bites.

”So what do you want to do now that you have me up so early?” I asked.

”Skeet,” he said quickly.

I blinked at him. ”What is skeet? And what does doing skeet entail?”

He rolled his eyes and stood, rolling up to the b.a.l.l.s of his feet as he lifted his hands high above his head.

My eyes glazed over, and not because of the glazed donut in his hand, but because of the sheer power of him.

It was truly amazing to me how in shape he was.

”I'd kill for your body,” I sighed as I stuffed the remaining bite of my second donut into my mouth and swallowed it down.

Standing up, I walked to my fridge and reached for the milk, pouring myself a gla.s.s and downing it as I watched him scratch his abs absently.

”Why would you want my body? Your body is f.u.c.kin' perfect,” he said as he eyed my legs.