"That's hardly appropriate breakfast conversation." I clutched the coffee mug closer as if it could shield me from his heated gaze.
"Alright." His lips curved into that dangerous smirk. "I won't say another word until we finish our coffee." He leaned against the counter, eyes locked on mine as he took a deliberate sip.
"Thank you." The relief in my voice was embarrassingly obvious.
The silence stretched between us, broken only by the gentle clink of ceramic against marble when he set his mug down. I tried not to stare at the way his throat moved as he swallowed or how his T-shirt stretched across his chest with each breath, but I failed miserably.
My eyes caught the sleek clock on his wall, and I nearly dropped my mug. "Oh god, it's 9:35!" I set the coffee down with shaking hands. "The
