Runes Series: Book 3
Torin was by the stove while the others sat around the counter eating. The aroma of mouth-watering breakfast wafted in the air. It was cute how he still took care of them despite living elsewhere. That was the kind of guy he was, and the others, consciously or not, always deferred to him.
He’d changed into my favorite blue polo shirt. It made his eyes pop, hugged his masculine arms, and fitted snuggly across his broad chest. He gave me a slow, wicked smile. His eyes said he liked what I was wearing. Warmth crept up my cheeks.
We’d been dating for about five months, give or take a few weeks, and he still took my breath away. He was the only guy with the power to make me blush with a look.
“Is that your breakfast?” he asked.
I glanced at my pitifully dry waffles. “Yep. One-eighty calories of pure goodness.”
“Come here,” he said and reached up for another plate, his shirt riding up to give me a teasing glimpse of his rock hard abs. He served the remaining sausage and potatoes breakfast skillet into two plates and we joined the others.