Cracker's POV
“What’s his story then?” I asked, curious about Knives. Steel’s expression turned grim for a second. It wasn’t his story to tell, I could see that going through his mind, but he didn’t want to not talk to me either...
“He blames women for the death of his father,” he then said, and my eyes widened in surprise.
“How?” I frowned, confused as to how THAT could have happened. But Steel shook his head and before I could say anything, he stole my breath away, kissing me tenderly.
“If you want to know, you’ll have to ask Knives,” he said, his lips trailing down my jaw and neck, only pausing at my collarbone. “Now... Is breakfast ready?”
I laughed at the double meaning of that! Steel spun us around, pressing my back against the island, as he took in my generous curves and---
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