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I set my cup down and open the bag. A half dozen different breakfast treats stare back at me, and my mouth starts to water. Apparently, a panic attack takes a lot out of a girl because I’m starved.
The sugary scent combines with my coffee, and I go a little teary-eyed. What the heck is going on with my hormones? One minute I’m kissing Alexander Freaking Hunt and the next, I’m ready to sob over a blueberry muffin?
I reach into the bag and nab my prey.
Lemon blueberry is my favorite, and this one looks extra delish. Maybe it’s because I’m suddenly starving and I can’t have the treat I really want. I watch him from the corner of my eye.
Turning, I lean back against the counter and hold the muffin like it’s the most precious thing in the world. “I could kiss you.”
“I’m not stopping you,” Alex murmurs, reaching into the bag behind me.
Yep. Definitely flirting.
“I was talking to the muffin,” I tease.
“I wasn’t.”
I hold my breath.
He’s so close I can feel the heat rolling off him. It’d be easy to lean to my left and feel all that glorious muscle again. My insides quiver at the idea of tossing my muffin aside, stepping into his arms, and stealing another kiss.
I’ve never enjoyed a kiss like that. Like it was a full-body experience, and we connected on a level so much deeper than the physical.
Honestly, I didn’t know sharing a kiss could be like that. Soul-soothing. Panty-melting. And it begs the question, what would have happened if the delivery hadn’t interrupted us?
My nipples harden, and I shiver.
“Do I smell coffee?” Gabriel’s voice pierces the bubble around Alex and me.
I straighten but don’t move away from him. Just being in his orbit has a soothing effect that I crave, and as I glance over my shoulder to see Gabe stride around the corner, I realize I’m not willing to give this feeling up. Like nothing can touch me.
Except Alex, of course. The need to be touched by him is a full body ache that I feel in every muscle, every bone, every fiber.
“You do,” Alex confirms.
I tear off a piece of my muffin and shove it into my mouth. The sweet, lemony flavor makes me moan, and I feel both men’s attention shift toward me like laser beams. After last night, it’s like I’m dialed into both of them. Weird, but not unpleasant.
Gabe reaches behind me, muttering something unintelligible. From the corner of my eye, I see him take a sip.
“Oh—blech?—”
I read the label between his fingers. “That’s mine,” I say, taking special glee in the horror on his handsome face.
His hair’s wild, like he didn’t bother to finger comb it, and last night’s shirt hangs open to reveal a lean torso. He pulled his tuxedo pants on, but his feet are bare. I jerk my gaze away and try to focus on my breakfast, but that’s hard when I’m flanked by the two of them. Their heat surrounds me, and my body loosens, heady desire taking hold.
My skin buzzes, and my breasts perk up.
Down, girl.
“Coulda warned me,” Gabe grumbles.
I smirk at him. He’s adorable when he’s got the morning grumps. Like a little boy. I want to pat his head, but I settle for his cheek instead. “And miss that face? No way.”
He freezes. I freeze. For a moment, I’m not sure any of us breathe. It’s quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
Was that too forward?
I snatch my hand back. We’ve never touched before, and apparently, the late night has cost me my mind. First, I kiss Alex, and now I’m patting Gabe Rothburn’s cheek?
