Hayden (A Next Generation Carter Brother #4) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,93

whatever that is, it’s mine.”

He chuckles, sitting beside me on the bed as he kicks his trainers off. He pulls two foiled packets out and two plastic cups with lids, placing them on the bedside table.

“Sausage, bacon and egg sarnie,” he explains, before passing me the drink. “And this is your hot chocolate. I don’t want you snapping at me all day.”

“I really could get used to this,” I tell him, breathing in the aroma before placing it on the side. “What time is it?”

We hadn’t gone to sleep until the early hours of the morning, and as much as I’d like to blame it on the great sex, it was because we had to get some work done.

“Just before noon. I let you lie in while I went for a run. I found this place next door and decided to grab some food before coming up.”

“What are our plans for today?”

“It’s a surprise. But that isn’t until half one.”

I smirk, raising my eyebrows. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yes. So, we have time to eat this and shower,” he tells me, kissing the corner of my mouth.

My smile is wide as he kisses along my jaw. I love this side of him. “Is that all?”

He grabs my sandwich off my lap, chucking it onto the bedside table.

“I can think of one or two things we can do,” he rasps, his voice low.

Laughter spills out of me when he swings my body up and over him.

Yeah, I could definitely get used to this.

*** *** ***

He brought me to a pottery class. Pottery. Out of all the things I imagined, this was not on the list.

The class teacher had shown us how to use the equipment and gave us a quick run-down on what to do, yet I still have no clue. Movies make this look piss easy.

My clay spins out of control and splatters back into a clump for what feels like the tenth time.

I can’t help but laugh. My competitive side wants to nail it, but the other part just wants this to be over. I hate sucking at something.

The lady next to me, who’s disapproved of me from the second I walked in, glares at me.

“Shh, this is meant to be relaxing.”

Stumped, I can only ignore her. Not even the background music is relaxing. It’s actually annoying, especially the grating noise of what I assume is meant to be a bird tweeting. Instead, it sounds like a slaughterhouse.

It doesn’t help that it’s boring too. The only time I sit still is when I’m playing video games.

Although, I am getting plenty of entertainment out of the couple in front of us. They haven’t stopped bickering since we walked in.

I lean to the side, glad Clayton moved his station closer to mine, and whisper, “They’ll break up within a week.”

Distracted, his clay begins to spin out of control, and he groans as his vase is destroyed.

“Huh?”

“Them,” I tell him, jerking my head towards the couple.

He watches them for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t know. He looks smitten.”

I draw back because it’s clear he hasn’t got a clue. “No. She’s the dominant one in their relationship. He’s only come along today to keep her happy, but by the looks of it, he’s two minutes away from walking out. He looks miserable.”

Clayton’s lips twitch. “She looks like she’s trying to keep them together.”

“Thank you,” the lady in question barks, turning around and sending me a glare.

“The girl had a point,” the guy adds, giving up on his vase. Or urn. It was hard to tell.

I puff out my chest. “It’s what I do. I’m good at reading people.”

“Shush,” the lady next to us hisses.

I narrow my eyes on her. “Can’t you see they’re having problems? Have a heart. It’s Valentine’s Day.” I leave her with her mouth hanging open and turn back to the guy. “You really shouldn’t let her tell you what to do.”

“Who do you think you are? You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she snaps.

“Hayden,” Clayton warns, amusement in his voice.

“Actually, I do. Although you’re a person who normally gets what she wants, you aren’t always this bossy and controlling. You can be reasonable. I reckon he’s done something you didn’t like, even after you told him not to. Now he’s trying to make it up to you, even though he doesn’t feel like he’s in the wrong. He loves you so much he’s willing to put up with the snarky remarks and abuse, just to make you happy.”

Her

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