Sage shifted, letting out a small sigh as she buried her head deeper against my bare chest. Her hand moved, dragging across my stomach to awaken the butterflies that hid inside.
“Good morning,” I said, stroking a hand down her hair.
“Good morning,” she mumbled, her voice laden with sleep.
“Sleep well?” I asked.
She lifted her head, and I instantly missed the weight of her on my chest.
“I slept better than I have in a long time,” she admitted, blinking the haze out of her vision as she looked at me.
Brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, I admired her like this. Just woken up and beautiful. Raw, untouched, and wholly herself.
“I’m glad. Coffee?”
“Yes, please.” I wished I had everything she needed to make her special coffees she liked at Triple B, but black would have to do today.
With her off of me, I sat up, swinging a leg over the edge of the bed.
“Did you sleep well?” she asked as she sat with the blanket still up to her hips.
“Amazing,” I replied, not bothering to put on pants or a shirt. I wanted some time with her in bed before we had to go pick up Avery. “I’ll be right back. Stay here.”
Heading to the kitchen, I brewed two cups of coffee. I grabbed two bagels from the pantry and put them in the toaster to warm up while I whipped up a couple eggs and a few slices of bacon. With the coffees at the perfect drinking temperature now that they’d had a moment to cool down, I assembled the breakfast sandwiches and headed back to the room, balancing the two mugs and a plate with both bagels.
She’d opened the curtains while I was gone and was staring out the window at the open field, the morning sun shining a pinkish haze over the yellow grass. She was still wearing my shirt, which fell to about mid thigh. If I had to guess, she wasn’t wearing her underwear still either.
“I wish I had a view like this at my place. Avery would love it,” she said.
I set the mugs and plate on the dresser, then came up behind her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I rested my chin on her shoulder and gazed out the window. I wasn’t really seeing anything, though, because Sage didn’t just cloud my thoughts. She was my only vision.
“Are you hungry?” After last night, she had to be.
“Starving.” She turned her head to look at me and I took the opportunity to press a light kiss to her mouth.
She returned it, kissing me slow and soft. When she pulled back, she made an emphasis on sniffing the air. “Did you make food?” She turned, eyes landing on the bagels. “Oh my God.”
“What?” Did she hate bagels? Maybe she ate them too much at the cafe.
“You made me breakfast.”
Was that too far? I mean, I had her for dinner last night, so I assumed breakfast was the least I could do. “Is there something wrong?”
Her eyes found mine again. “It’s just— It feels nice to have food made for me.”
It dawned on me then, with her being a mom and working at Bell Buckle Brews, how food would become a chore to her. Someone had to take care of Sage, and if it wasn’t her, it’d be me. I’d gladly take on the task.
I folded my hand in hers and led her to the bed. “Sit. I’ll bring it to you.”
She did, getting under the covers and leaning her back against the headboard. I smiled at how cute she looked in that moment, like being served in bed was the biggest turn on for her.
Grabbing the plate and her coffee, I walked back over to her and handed her the mug as I set the plate on her lap. I grabbed my bagel off the top, then rounded the bed, grabbing my mug on the way, to sit beside her.
I’d never felt the importance of breakfast in bed, but this felt so damn nice.
Sitting beside Sage on a weekday morning with our first meal of the day felt more intimate than what we did last night.
We were quiet while we ate and sipped our coffee. The morning rays of light streaked across the room, and when I glanced at Sage after I’d finished my bagel, I noticed a rainbow reflected on her cheekbone.
Unable to help myself, I reached over to brush my thumb along the array of colors. She looked at me, leaning slightly into my touch.
She was the beauty after the storm I’d been through the past few years. My sign of hope.
Leaning forward, I captured her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply and with meaning. I hope she felt the capacity of my feelings flowing through my lips, because I sure felt hers.
She shifted, and then a thump sounded on the ground. Pulling apart, she looked over the edge of the bed to find the plate on the floor.
“Oops,” she said with a smile.
I returned it, then stood to grab the plate off the ground.
“We should go get Avery,” I said, grabbing her now empty mug off the nightstand. “It’s almost seven, and I think she has school today, right?”
Sage looked at the clock, then shot out of bed. “Shit.”
She grabbed her pants, yanking them on while I picked her shirt up off the ground. She tore my shirt off of her, and I swear my entire being froze at the sight. My brain, my heart, most of all my dick.
She reached for the shirt in my hands and I released it, though part of me wished she had stayed in my clothing. Another part of me wished she’d keep the shirt off altogether.
