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“Why are you getting in my damn head so much, and how do I get you out?” Instead of the question coming out harsh, like the way I had intended, I whisper it more to myself.
Ryker rises from the couch and walks over to me, nothing but promise shining in his gaze as he comes to stop in front of me. I must not have said it low enough that he couldn’t hear.
He reaches out, brushes a strand of my hair behind my ear, and shrugs. “I can’t answer that because I’m not sure how to get you out of mine either.”
I groan loudly and pull away from him, then head down one of the many hallways on the first floor. When I come to a stop in front of my guest room, I look over my shoulder to see if he’s following me and hate the sadness that builds when it’s empty.
I’m a damn mess.
I need to get myself together before things go sideways… and fast.
9
Ryker
I made her breakfast a week ago, and this should be a piece of cake.
Except, it’s more than that, and I know it.
She’s still sleeping. There’s warm pancakes sitting on a plate with steam rolling off them and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on a tray right next to it. All I need now is for the bacon to get done so I can take it to her room, all while hoping she’ll be in a better mood than she was when walking back through the door yesterday.
When it starts smelling like I’m burning the place down, I know the bacon is cooked to perfection for her, so I quickly pull it out of the skillet and onto her plate. All that’s left is to include some creamer and sugar for her coffee, and then I can take it to her.
I grab a small glass, pour a bit of French Vanilla creamer into it, then place that and a couple of packs of sugar onto the tray before lifting it up.
This is something I’ve never done, and I’m still not exactly sure why I’m doing it for Wren. All I know is that I can’t do nothing while she’s upset, and her admission yesterday is weighing heavily on me.
I’ve had most of yesterday, overnight, and now some of this morning to think about how I want today to go.
Breakfast is a good start, I think.
There’s no movement coming from inside her room, so I knock softly before easing the door open and smile at her sprawled form on the bed and her parted mouth as she lets out a soft snore. Unfortunately for my cock, there’s a sliver of her pale stomach sticking out, and it already has my finger twitching against the tray.
She’s only been here for a week or so, how could I possibly have such a visceral reaction when I barely know her?
The floor creaks slightly when I step forward, and Wren shifts on the bed, moaning beautifully in her sleep.
I clear my throat, but she doesn’t make another move on the bed, and I chuckle while taking a couple more steps toward the edge of her bed. The mattress sinks under my weight as I sit down and lean over to place the tray on her nightstand, then I lean back and brush my knuckles along her cheek.
Her blue eyes meet mine for a brief moment as she starts to wake up, and then they drift back shut, only for her to realize I’m sitting in front of her.
She lifts abruptly, a frown on her face, and she rubs at her eyes. “Ryker, what are you doing in my room?”
I sigh and reach for the tray of food, placing it in front of her with a hopeful grin. “Thought you could use some breakfast in bed.”
Once the sleep is gone from her eyes, she looks at the breakfast platter in front of her, then glances at me curiously. “Is there a reason for this?”
“Uh, not really?” She doesn’t like it. This was a bad idea.
I lean forward and wrap my fingers around the tray. “I can take it back into the kitchen, sorry.”
She places her hand over mine and shakes her head, a smile lifting at the corners of her lips. “No, don’t.” Her eyes graze over the food, shoulders slumping slightly, as she says, “No one’s ever done something like this for me before… It's nice. Thanks, Ryker.”
“You’re welcome.” I rise from the bed and hook a thumb over my shoulder nervously. “I’ll, uh, let you enjoy your breakfast. Holler if you need me, Teach.”
“Ryker?”
“Hm?”
