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I told myself it was totally necessary as I reached out and touched his bare shoulder I nudged him, and if I enjoyed the feel of his muscular flesh, as the harain My hand stayed there, and I tried to shake hi for that…

He started, pulling the pillow off his eyes and blinked up at me "Fuck, Danika, it’s early"

"He said a bad word, boo!" Mat called out, clearly affronted

"Fuck, sorry," Tristan said, then winced

I couldn’t hold back a grin "You can useroom is about to turn into a war zone, and I need to make some blueberry pancakes"

"Is that what you want for breakfast?" he asked, sitting up

I backed away like he was on fire Which he kind of was…

"Huh?" I asked hiht of that perfect body, practically naked, and ood shape myself, but I didn’t think I’d ever seen a body so perfect in my life

He stood up, and I took another step back He started tofinally snappeda pillow over your lap?" I asked

He sent , which he’d set behind the couch "Can’t you guess? I’ll give you a hint; the first word is , and the second rhy stupid "Oh…well, you can usein there, so it’s not in the way"

"Okay Thank you Just give my five minutes, and I’ll cook breakfast for everybody"

I waved hiot it I know you h"

He sent me a rather stern look "GiveAnd you have to be feeling just as rough"

"I’o near the kitchen until I get back" He strode away, and I h I was secretly pleased, and still sha him out I’d seen what he could do with cookies I wanted urt for breakfast, but hungover and hungry, I was already planning to indulge

I sat down on the couch when I heard the shower in my bathroom turn on There was plenty that I needed to do, but I just sat there for a solid five minutes, my mind on Tristan in the shower

He was back out quickly, wearing a fresh white T-shirt and jeans, his short hair still wet from his shower

"Co me up from the couch

"So bossy," I nored that state me onto the counter exactly where I’d sat to watch him bake cookies

He ape at him

"So Mat wants pancakes for breakfast What do you want?"

I opened ain "I know you don’t want pancakes We need soover food"

I had to make a conscious effort to close my mouth "You read all to wink at h to know just what to do So tell me why Mat called you boo? Is that a nickname?"

"Yes" I didn’t elaborate

"That’s adorable," he said opening the refrigerator and studying its contents "Where did it come from?"

"I don’t remember when it turned into an actual nickname, but we used to play peekaboo a lot He named hi"

"Well, boo, how does bacon sound?"

"Bacon sounds great, but you can’t call me boo"

"Why not?"

"Because you’re not a rapper, and I’hed, a low, deep ruhten "You’re justme like the nicknas, bacon, and some hash browns Oh, and some blueberry pancakes for the kids Any objections?"

"That sounds a it "But it’ll take forever"

He shrugged "It’ll take how long it takes What’s the rush? You got a date?"

I sighed He was stubborn, to be sure "Can I help?"

"You can entertain me while I work"

"If you have this handled, I should probably go work on some chores"

"If you want bacon, you’ll keep your ass right where it is while I cook you breakfast"

I did want bacon "I can’t believe we stayed out that late," I said, thinking back to the night before I’d never stayed out that late dancing, and I’d never had a night fly by so fast

"We going again tonight?"