Chapter Twelve
I woke up the next morning to the aroma of eggs and fresh coffee filling the air. Rubbing my eyes, I climbed out of bed and headed into the kitchen, where Josh was in front of the stove cooking. Sensing my presence, he turned around to look at me.
“I’m never washing that shirt again,” he commented, smiling. I smirked slightly and sat on one of the stools as he filled two plates with eggs. He put one down in front of me and sat down across from me. I stared down at the food in front of me as he took a bite.
“This is not necessary,” I said, pushing the plate away from me.
He stopped chewing and looked from the dish back to me, confused. “You’re not hungry?” he asked.
“We don’t need to have breakfast because we had s*x,” I said frankly.
“Now you have something against bre
