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“You should return it tomorrow.”
“No way. Whose side are you on, kid?” He pointed a fork at me, a piece of steak hanging off it. “Be careful how you answer me.”
That dangerous tone was back, the one my body couldn’t help but respond to now. When had that happened? Had I always been like this?
“I’ll always be on your side.” I poured syrup over my pancakes, excited as hell to finally dig into them. “But you shouldn’t keep his plate. He might come here and—” I looked up to find Giancarlo staring at me with wide eyes.
“What?” I squirmed in my seat, trying to figure out why he was looking at me like that.
“Always, huh?”
“What?”
“You said you will always be on my side.” Giancarlo placed his fork down and leaned forward. “Even if I kill someone?”
I swallowed thickly. I knew the answer he wanted, and I knew the moral answer as well. Meeting Giancarlo’s dark brown eyes, I answered. “I want to be.”
The air in the kitchen grew hotter and thicker with every passing second. It was the truth; I wanted things that weren’t possible between us. Still, more than anything, I wanted to have Giancarlo’s back as he had mine. He looked out for me more than anyone I knew. He pushed me outside of my box, and as annoying as it was, sometimes it was beneficial too.
“Your food is going to get cold,” I said, breaking the momentary silence between us.
The air between us grew relaxed. The ball in my stomach eased up, and I ate my food. This was better than being alone any day. Although I had the chance to eat at the diner, I realized I preferred the company of the man before me.
I had a lot to think about.
* * *
I wokeup at five in the morning. My nightstand was void of any notes. Was he home, or did he not leave a note this time? My stomach clenched with the second thought, but I ignored it as I hopped out of bed. I ran down the hall, sliding to a stop at Giancarlo’s door. I raised my hand to knock, only for it to open. My fist stayed poised in the air as I stared up at Giancarlo. He was shirtless, his hair disheveled, and his beard thicker than usual. He looked sexy as hell. My cock twitched as desire wove around me like grape vines.
“Morning, kid.”
“Morning, sir.”
Giancarlo groaned. “Someone’s asking for their dick to be sucked this morning.” He chuckled as he moved past me. His door closed behind him.
I wasn’t laughing. My body hummed with need as I thought about Giancarlo’s mouth wrapped around my cock.
“Are you coming down for breakfast?” Giancarlo shouted.
“Coming.”
“Not yet, you ain’t,” Giancarlo shouted back.
I groaned as I palmed my cock. He was being a damn tease. It had been forever since we had sex, and I was no addict, but I was starting to feel withdrawals. Giancarlo’s hot ass plagued my every waking momentandmy dreams.
“Why are you up so early? Do you have to go… to work?”
Giancarlo eyed me as he grabbed a few pans out. “No, I don’t have work.” He air-quoted the word with a smile on his face. “I have a few files I need to go over, but I can do that from home.”
Yes, he’s staying home!
“You look so happy.”
“Do I?” I rubbed my cheeks. “I’ll make the coffee.” It was about all I was good for.
“Never used to get up this early. Now I have a damn puppy, and my sleep schedule has gone to hell,” Giancarlo muttered.
“I’m not a dog.” I glared at him. The brute had the nerve to laugh at me. I swear he said shit to get under my skin. “If either one of us is a dog, it’s you. A big bull mastiff. Drool like one too.”
