Page 60 of Indecent Obsession
Fuck.
“Are you good?” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and she sighs.
“Yes, sir.” She’s using it as a crutch. As a way to placate me.
I can only apologize so many ways for how I treated her in the past, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tear down the wall between us. The wall I built. And I shouldn’t try. I release my breath and stand, holding my hand out to her.
When she slips her hand into mine, I lead her into the kitchen. This is all temporary, but for a little while, I can have what I’ve always wanted. I can pretend this can be more than a week or two of living without constraints.
I pull out a chair at the table. Before she can sit, I draw her into me. Cupping her cheek, I tip her face up to mine. Her pale green eyes are wide and a little shocked. I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her softly, purposefully. It’s a good morning kiss.
When I straighten, her cheeks are pink and her eyes have darkened.
“Good morning, trouble.” I smooth my thumb over her jaw.
Her lips tip into a little smile. “Morning, Wyatt.”
“Have a seat. I’ll pour you a cup of coffee.” I release her and move over to the full pot of coffee. Grabbing a cup from the cabinet, I pour her some and add creamer. When I turn to face her, she’s still standing and staring like she can’t figure me out.
I cross to her and set the coffee on the table. “Sit, trouble. Drink your coffee and I’ll make you an omelet.”
“An omelet?” She eyes me suspiciously.
“Yes. Now drink.” I put my hand on the small of her back and guide her to her chair.
She glances at me as she sits. I’ll blame it on the fact I haven’t done anything for her directly for years. I’ve wanted to but couldn’t risk it.
She lifts the coffee cup and takes a sip. Satisfied, I open the refrigerator.
“Is this going to be an every day thing?” she says.
Shrugging, I set the eggs, some cheese, sliced peppers, and ham on the counter. “Let’s take it one day at a time.”
It’s the only way I can make sense of this in my mind. One day at a time. No end and no beginning, just now.
Finn walks in and grabs a cup of coffee.
“Mmm, eggs.” Finn looks at the omelet I’m making.
“Make your own,” I grumble. Fuck. I swear Peabody hates me because he scratched at my door last night. When I walked into the hallway to figure out the problem, the noises coming from Dante’s open door drew me.
Yeah, Finn got plenty last night and probably this morning.
“I’ll make do.” He grabs a bagel and bites a chunk out of it before sitting at the table across from Sara.
I finish her omelet, plate it, and turn to see her blush. Finn just grins. This will be more complicated than I thought. Am I jealous that the three of them slept together last night? Horribly.
When I put the plate down in front of her, her gaze lifts to mine. She gives me that smile that usually rips me to pieces because I can’t do a thing about it.
“Thanks, cap.” Her eyebrows lift like she expects me to blow up. That’s a nickname I haven’t heard in a very long time. One Halloween, I dressed as Captain America. Sara was still a preteen and said I looked better than the actual Captain America.
Fuck, she’s a brat.
I roll my eyes and turn back to the stove to make my breakfast. Sara chuckles behind my back. When we finally go over our roles, she won’t get away with shit like that. Not without punishment.
“Oh my god, this is good, Wyatt.” She sounds genuinely shocked.
“Why do you think I was miffed he wasn’t making me one?”
