Page 82 of My Grumpy Alpha
The boy that went to a different life.
Is he the one I’m waiting for?
And if so, why do I feel so possessive of Eli? Of his future mate? I kind of want to strangle her and smile while doing it, which is dark, so very dark.
I slowly get up and toss the blanket aside.
“You really are cooking?”
Eli doesn’t look up.
“And you really were snoring.”
I gasp, horrified.
“I was?”
“No, I just wanted to see your face.” He smiles down at the bacon he’s cooking. I have never seen a man or, uh, person more attractive in my entire life. Ever. It’s not even fair.
The bacon sizzles while my heart thumps against my chest.
It’s just us.
"You slept an hour, feel better?” He leaves the bacon and moves to another pan, dumping in butter and garlic, stirring it around, then searing two huge steaks.
"Wow.” I don’t mean to say it out loud.
“I like your meat.”
He hesitates over the pan, and looks up with the most seductive eyes ever, they blaze this blue that looks like the sky and ocean combined.
“Did you just say I like your meat?”
“I meant the steak.”
“Sure you did.”
“I’m still waking up.”
"Sure you are.”
"Can you stop?”
He leans over; I see fangs in his mouth.
“Sweetheart, I haven’t even started.”
I gasp and pull away.
“Funny.”
“I wasn’t joking.” He snaps.
“Open. I can hear your stomach from here.”
“What?”
He says it slower.
