“I don’t know.”
And then we both passed out.
~*~*~
The next thing I knew something was moving under me.
“Sorry, baby,” Ryder said, kissing my cheek. “I have to use the restroom.”
“Uh-huh,” I said.
“You’re on top of me.” I tried moving and failed.
“I tried. You’re gonna have to roll me over or something.”
So he lifted me up with one hand and slid out from under me. I fell back on the bed with a flop.
“Ow!” I moaned.
“Sorry,” he said again before heading to the bathroom. I cracked my eyes open and stared in the direction of the clock. It was nearly noon. The next feeling that registered was an insatiable hunger. My stomach growled, as if it had been waiting for me to remember its existence.
“Ryder?” I called over the sound of the water running in the bathroom.
“Yeah?” He turned it off and walked back into the room. Hell yeah, he was still naked and glorious. Now I was the one who wanted to do the drawing. I’d never been one for figures, though. I’d taken a few classes in college but hadn’t been passionate about it enough to make a study of it. I was more interested in what went on the body.
“Hungry,” I said, turning onto my back and rubbing my aching belly.
“Yeah, me too. Want me to make some eggs or something?”
Normally I wouldn’t let anyone cook breakfast for me, but in this case, I’d let it slide. Also, he’d been able to make grilled cheese without fucking it up, so I had faith in him.
“Sure,” I said. “Don’t ask me for help because I’m not moving.”
He saluted me. “Aye, aye, captain. I’ll report back when I’ve got everything ready.” And he left, not even bothering to put his pants on.
“Are you cooking naked?” I yelled after him.
He turned around. “I’ll put an apron on to protect my cock.” With a wink, he was heading to the fridge. I realized he’d left the door open, and if I moved a little, I could watch him while he cooked. Nice. Breakfast and a show.
For the next half hour I watched Ryder’s ass peeking out from the back of the apron as he cooked eggs, bacon, and toast. He even brewed fresh coffee and brought me a cup as soon as it was ready so I could start feeling sort of human again.
Every time I moved, my muscles protested.
“I think I have a groin injury!” I yelled when I tried to go to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet seat was excruciating.
“Then I’ve done my job!” Ryder yelled back. No sympathy.
“I’ll give you a groin injury, mister!”
“I’m looking forward to it!”
When the food was ready, he brought it to me on a tray.
“As much as I hate to say it, I think you should cover up so you don’t drop something hot on yourself. I don’t want you to burn your gorgeous skin. Let’s keep it as scar-free as we can, okay?” I pulled the covers up to my chest, and Ryder handed me a napkin to put on my lap. It was a very civilized, naked breakfast-in-bed.
His eggs were good. As was the rest of him.
“So, I was thinking that I should probably head over to Lucah and Rory’s, since I’m technically staying there now.” I put my fork down, wishing I could ask for seconds. I needed at least four times this amount of food to recover from the amount of energy I’d expended the night before.