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“Oh, no. I haven’t said a single word to anyone. Sienna thinks…she thinks I’m seeing someone I met online.” Which, of course, is kinda true.
“Right. Sorry.”
Reaching over, I place my hand over Cooper’s that’s resting on his thigh.
“You can trust me. Your secret is safe with me. This is between us and no one else. If and when the time comes, I’d happily shout about it from the rooftops. I mean, I’m currently fucking the Cooper Nash, and that is fucking insane. But equally, I’m happy being your dirty little secret.”
Something darkens his eyes, making a frown tighten between my brows.
“What?”
“You deserve so much more than to be someone’s dirty little secret.”
“Right now, what I deserve is to be enjoying myself with an incredible man, and I’ve got that. I’m not asking for anything more than you’re willing to give.”
“Apart from breakfast.”
“We’re just two friends who need food. There’s nothing more going on here.”
“Then you really need to stop giving me the come-fuck-me eyes.”
“I do not give you those.”
“Oh, but you do,” he argues.
I huff. “Fine. I’ll try to look at you like you’re not the hottest man I’ve ever had the pleasure of spending time with.”
“If they know who you are, they’ll quickly figure out that you’re gay.”
“They won’t know who I am. And even if they do, I have plenty of male friends whose dicks I don’t want to jump on.”
“I know,” he says, dragging his hand down his face. “I do know that. I just…fuck.”
“It’s okay. We can just go back to your place if you want,” I offer.
Suddenly, he kills the engine and throws the door open.
“Come on, let’s do this. I’m fucking starving.”
And just as I said, no one even looks twice at us as we’re shown to a table, our mugs are filled with coffee, and we’re left with the menus.
If they recognize Cooper, then they don’t show it—not that there are many people in here. I’m pretty sure the staff well outnumbers the customers. But that’s perfect.
It takes a while, but once the food is delivered and Cooper finally fills his stomach, he begins to relax.
“This is so good,” I say, pushing another piece of syrup-covered waffle into my mouth.
Cooper watches me, his eyes zeroed in on my lips.
“Hey, I thought come-fuck-me eyes were banned,” I tease.
His gaze drops to the table. “Sorry,” he mumbles. “I can’t help it.”
“I know. I’m just that hot,” I say, making the most incredible sound erupt from Cooper.
“Modest, too. Don’t forget that. You’d have made a good hockey player with that ego, you know.”
“I used to play,” I confess. “Wasn’t good enough to go pro, though. Numbers are my calling in life.”
