Friend-Zoned (Friend-Zoned 1) - Page 113
We’ve now been together a week. And it’s been wonderful.
I have no idea why I thought it would be bad if we slept together.
Okay, so I was scared of becoming one of Nik’s many women but he’s made it clear I’m the only one.
Yay!
I love him. I can say it to myself easily now but I’m not ready to tell him yet. I’m quite happy basking in the glow that is Nik.
The man is insatiable, which is good for me because I like sex with Nik.
No, I love sex with Nik.
I woke this morning and turned to look at my handsome man. And I had a seriously hard time containing my laughter.
Nik had slept on his stomach with an arm under his pillow. His face was pressed so tightly into the pillow that his lips had smooshed and pursed together making his face look squished.
Seriously, cute.
So I did the only thing I could.
I grabbed his face and planted wet, smoochy kisses on his cheek, eye and forehead while messing up his hair.
He groaned all the while but was smiling.
I smacked his butt, got out of bed and told him I was going to have a shower. As expected, within a few minutes he’d joined me. So my rendition of ‘Working 9 to 5’ somehow became a duet. Then we played around in the shower.
It was hot.
Nik can really use his mouth. And I showed him I can use mine, too.
This brings us to now.
I’m in Nik’s kitchen making crispy bacon and French toast for breakfast. I’m making a lot because I don’t know when Ceecee and Max will come home.
Nik has gone to shave and get dressed. It turns out I distract him in the shower and he forgets what he needs to do in there.
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sp; Smiling to myself, I turn on the oven to keep our breakfast warm. I look at the amount I made and cringe. I cooked enough to feed an army.
Arms close around my waist and lift me. I yelp.
I turn to a chuckling Nik and push at his shoulder, “Dammit, Nik. Every freakin’ time! You’re like a cat. I need to put a bell on you. ”
He’s dressed only in sweats so all his tattoos are on display.
Yum.
With dancing eyes he kisses the frown lines on my forehead and says, “Sorry, baby. You’re just too easy. ”
I sigh and ask, “Do you know when Max and Ceecee are getting home?”
He looks at the oven clock which reads 9:37am. He replies, “Soon. Keep the food warm and we’ll eat together. Even if they’ve already eaten they’ll want food if you cooked it. ” He squeezes my waist and I smile at him.
My man is sweet as sugar. Lucky me.
He pulls me over to the closest sofa. We collapse onto it and tangle together. I grab the remote and turn on the TV. We watch TV for a while and chat.
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