the door, careful not to bang into anything else. I realize I’m still wearing Ronan’s socks, so I have to take those off before I can slip my feet into my shoes. This also requires me to set down all the things I’m carrying because the socks are clinging to my tights.
“Morning.” The gravelly voice gives me pause.
“I’m so sorry I fell asleep on you.” I turn to give him an apologetic smile to go with the verbal one, but I’m pretty sure all I’m capable of is drooling. “Oh.” I’m excessively breathy as I murmur, “Good morning to me.”
Ronan is standing about ten feet away, wearing the same gray sweats as last night. Except he’s gloriously shirtless, all his artwork and his lovely, defined muscles on display. There’s a lot of both to appreciate.
I’d like to say I make an attempt to conceal my gawking, but I don’t. I scan his torso, drinking in the ink that covers the left side of his chest and merges with the ink running down his arm. I also admire the delicious V of muscle that disappears under the waistband of his sweats.
Eventually I make it up to his face. Even the smirk he’s wearing is adorably delicious. A five o’clock shadow covers his jaw and sleep lines cut across his face. His hair sticks up all over the place. This is a sight I wouldn’t mind waking up to more often.
“Blaire?” His right brow arches.
Damn it, he’s asked me a question and I’ve been too busy thinking about how it’s too bad he doesn’t sleep completely naked to be bothered to pay attention. “I’m sorry if I woke you. I knocked a beaver over.” I thumb over my shoulder. “But I didn’t break it or anything. And I’m sorry I fell asleep on you. I know I’m impossible to wake up.”
He runs a hand through his hair, making more of it stand on end. “I would’ve moved you to the spare bedroom, but you were out like a light and I figured you probably needed the rest. I hope you slept okay.”
“Like the dead, actually. I should go, though.” God, this is awkward.
Ronan gives me a lopsided grin. “You don’t want to stay and make me breakfast?”
It’s my turn for my eyebrows to climb my forehead. “I need to shower and change before work.” Plus Daphne said she was going to stop by this morning with a few things she thought might be helpful for the New Year’s celebration and she seemed particularly excited. No matter how many times I tell her I can manage, she always makes herself available on the nights with special events.
“It’s only just seven, and I’m kidding about you making me breakfast, Blaire. But I could make you breakfast.”
“Oh, you don’t need to do that. I’ve already overstayed my welcome.”
“If that was true, I would’ve stayed in bed and let you leave. You can let Callie open up, can’t you? I won’t make you late. I can whip up a mean breakfast sandwich.” His tone is light and playful, but his expression is earnest.
Warmth courses through my veins and pools in my stomach. “I guess I could stay for breakfast. I need to call Callie, though.”
“Great. I’ll put on a pot of coffee while you do that.” His warm fingertips graze the back of my hand as he passes. I don’t think it’s an accident.
After I call Callie, who’s happy to open up for me, I message Daphne about coming in a little late this morning.
Her response is immediate:
Daphne: Are you sick?
Blaire: No. Late night planning with Ronan. I’ll explain when I see you.
Daphne: Please tell me he has a big and you rode it all night long.
I ignore her text.
Blaire: See you in a couple hours.
“Everything okay? You still good to stay for breakfast?” Ronan asks.
“Yup. All set. What can I do to help?”
He hands me a mug. “You can get this ready to be filled with coffee. I’m going to throw on a shirt, and then I’ll start breakfast.”
“Okay.” I can’t remember the last time a guy made me breakfast. Especially not after an accidental sleepover, which did not include sex. I think I kind of like it.
He pads across the living room and I get a look at his back, also covered in art. He’s a living, breathing canvas. One I’d love to explore every inch of. And not just with my eyes.
chapter fifteen
Miss Mistletoe
Blaire
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