"I made coffee too. How do you drink it?" This was really too good to be true. I glanced back at the bedroom door and wondered if I was actually still curled up in bed asleep. This was more dream like than real world.
"Sugar? Cream?" his voice broke into my thoughts and I turned my gaze back to him and smiled.
"Both please, two teaspoons of sugar. And thank you, really. No one's ever made me breakfast before. I'm kind of at a loss for words."
His smile deepened and there was something in his eyes I hoped I wasn't imagining. The interest was there. I could see it. Was it because he thought I was easy?
"You're welcome and if you keep looking at me like that I may become your personal chef."
I covered the giggle I couldn't control. He was quite possibly the most charming guy I'd ever met.
His eyes got serious a moment and I watched as he reached out and touched my cheek almost reverently.
"I really like your dimples," he whispered.
The heat rose up my neck so fast and flooded my face I knew I had to look like a red berry. I hated my fair skin.
"Go sit down and eat Low, please."
I obeyed without question.
I was on my second bite of eggs when he sat down across from me at the table.
"What class do you have today?"
I swallowed and took a drink of coffee to wash it down before responding.
"Calculus"
He grinned, "If you need any help, math is my thing." I needed help but I doubted I'd be able to stop smelling him and ogling him long enough to pay attention to the words coming out of his mouth.
"Thanks"
He nodded and took a drink of his coffee.
"Are you coming back tonight?" He asked after a few minutes. I wanted him to be asking because he wanted to see me. But I also knew I needed to get those thoughts under control before I set myself up to get hurt.
"Not sure but I doubt it. I'm probably going to stay at my sister's," I didn't want to elaborate but I was due a night since I'd kept Larissa yesterday. Besides I couldn't move into Cage's bed.
A frown creased his forehead and he appeared to be thinking about something that bothered him.
"You know I don't mind you being here. If you need to stay here I'm completely cool with it. This is Cage's place after all."
I smiled and swallowed my last bite of bacon.
"Thank you but that isn't why. I can't just move in here. It would crimp Cage's life and he'd eventually get annoyed with me. He doesn't see it that way but I don't want to wear out my welcome."
Marcus shook his head, "You won't wear out your welcome.
I'm positive Cage would never want you somewhere else.
He's very protective of you."
I smiled and stood up to take my plate to the sink.
"Whether he realizes it or not he needs his freedom and room to breathe."
Marcus frowned but didn't respond.