Jasmine
"f**k," he cursed, his gaze flickering toward the stove. "You know this is all your fault. You're too sexy for me."
I laughed as he stepped away to rescue them, and the sound followed him across the kitchen.
He glanced over his shoulder, trying to look offended, but his hair was messy from my fingers, and his lips were still slightly swollen.
Seeing him like this, hair ruined and lips still swollen from kissing me, made me smile before I could stop myself. I liked this version of him far more than I probably should have.
Maybe this was the part I hadn’t expected to want so badly. Not just the s*x, but everything that came after it. Sitting in his kitchen and laughing over ruined pancakes.
The next batch came out golden, and when I tasted them, I couldn't hide my surprise.
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