piece of bacon and brings it to my mouth. I would protest and tell him that I can feed myself but I’m kind of liking this whole thing of him caring for me. Plus, it’s bacon and I’m starving.
“Better watch those fingers of yours. I’m pretty hungry,” I say jokingly to kill the silence that has settled between us. I see him smirk right before I take a bite of the bacon he’s offering. I moan as the smoky goodness hits my tongue. My eyes lock with his. His are filled with heat. I know exactly what he wants to eat. Me.
8
Ethan
I watch her eat her breakfast wondering if I should call a doctor. For someone who almost threw up, suddenly she seems fine now. Guilt rides me hard that I might have scared her and that’s why she got sick. Can scaring someone make them sick? I’d call a doctor now but I’m too busy holding one of her hands and watching her eat.
“Are these Milly’s pancakes?”
“Yeah.” I made sure to get her breakfast from her favorite diner around the corner. Her debit card showed she went there most mornings. Yeah, I dug into that, too. I am going to take every advantage I can get when it comes to her. If finding out what she loves to eat is one of those things, then I’ll do it.
“Have you ever had it?” She cuts a piece of pancake with her fork, offering me a bite. I open up and let her feed me as I did for her earlier. I don’t taste anything because I’m too wrapped up in the sweet strawberry smell of her and the warmth of my hand holding hers but I make a sound as though I’m enjoying them.
I can tell she’s waiting for a reaction from me and I give her one. It gets me a small smile. She feeds me another bite before going back to feeding herself. I watch her. I couldn't pull my eyes away even if she demanded it.
It is clear that the small amount of control I had when I left her apartment yesterday is gone. I’ve broken into her place. I guess it’s not breaking in if you have a key. A key that you got in the early morning hours as you bought a building for three times what it was worth, but it was still a key and that’s all that matters. I would have paid more for that key if it got me to Amelia.
“Are you feeling better?” I ask. I keep waiting for her to ask how I got in here. She seems both pissed about it and okay with it. It’s hard to get a read on her mood. She isn't screaming for me to leave but she isn’t exactly opening her arms to welcome me either. She’s eating the food I brought with me and leaned into me when I was caring for her in the bathroom, so that must mean something. I’ll take whatever time she’ll give me at this point.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” She shrugs it off.
“I can take you to the doctor,” I offer.
“No, I’m fine,” she rushes to say. “Really there is no need.”
“I can have one come here if you don’t feel up to going out.”
“I have work.” She pushes back from her chair, ending any talk about a doctor. Work. Yes, I knew that was coming. I don't want her to go anywhere. I could buy the place she works in but that would probably make her mad. Maybe I could shut it down? Then she’d likely freak out thinking she was out of a job.
“Call in.” I stand. I grab her, pulling her into me. “Spend the day with me.”
“We can have a quickie before I go to work. No need for all this.” She waves her hand at the food. I let her go. “I’m game. I don’t need all the wooing. It's nice but unnecessary. I’m a sure thing.”
“Amelia.” I step back from her. That isn’t what I am here for. Oh, I’ll take her, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t only want that one aspect of her. I want it all with her. The coldness she threw up with her words drops away. A vulnerable look flashes across her face.
“I’ll take you to bed if you want. Give you your quickie,” I tell her. I motion to the food on the table. “This is necessary. You’re my woman. I take care of