The scent of coffee and bacon woke me. I couldn't drink the coffee, but the bacon was fair game. I blinked against the morning light, reaching automatically for Hunter, but his side of the bed was empty, sheets cool to the touch. Then I grinned, no i***t of course he wasn't there, Hunter was the one cooking. If he kept this up, he might be worth keeping around.
I sat up, pushing hair from my face, my body pleasantly sore from last night. We'd made love once more after the bath, Hunter taking me with a desperate intensity. I blushed as I remembered riding him as he guided my movements until near the end when his control had snapped, and he had flipped me onto my back.
I knew what I was doing, I was avoiding thinking about yesterday. And I was going to do that for as long as possible.
Pul
