Savor You (Fusion #5)(26)

This safe.

My eyes are heavy, so I let them close and enjoy the sounds around me. The frogs and Camden’s even breathing.

“Mia.”

“Hmm.”

“You’re sleeping, sweetheart.”

“I’m just resting my eyes.”

“Let’s go to bed.”

I sit up, stretch, and reach for the plates. “Maybe I am tired.”

“I know I am. You wore me out.”

“Sure I did.” I laugh and lock the door, turn off the lights, and set the plates in the kitchen sink. Camden checks the lock on the back door and reaches out for my hand.

“Come on, you can wear me out some more.”



It’s not Sunday, which sucks ass. It means that I can’t lie in bed and be lazy until it’s time to go have brunch with the girls. It also means that it’s Saturday, and it’s going to be so fucking busy at work that I’ll drop back into bed tonight as a zombie. My feet will be numb. My hair will smell. I’ll be alone.

Wait.

I may not be alone.

In fact, if memory serves, I’m not alone right now.

Without opening my eyes, I reach out and feel around in my king-sized bed, but I don’t encounter any warm, manly flesh. Just cool sheets.

I frown and open one bleary eye, looking around in confusion. Camden spent the night last night. If he sneaked out of here and left me a cliché note on the pillow, I’ll hunt him down and throat punch him.

I might be a tiny bit grouchy in the morning. But damn it, I’m too old to hook up with men who sneak out before morning.

“She’s awake.”

Without sitting up, I turn my head and find Camden standing in the doorway of my bedroom, holding a tray with steaming food on it.

“I have to work this morning,” I remind him, but he just smirks and carries the tray to my bed, sets it down at the end of the bed and leans over to kiss me.

I haven’t brushed my teeth, so I’m mildly horrified as he pulls away.

“I made breakfast. You didn’t have much in the fridge, so you’re stuck with a bacon and cheese omelet. No side.”

“That’s more than I usually eat.” I sit up, wrap the sheet around me and lean against the headboard.

Camden snaps a picture of me on his phone.

“Are you an amateur photographer?”

I reach for the coffee first and take a sip.

“I like the way you look,” he replies as he strips out of his boxers and joins me in bed. He reaches for the food, grabs one of the two forks, and takes a bite of the omelet.

“I thought you said that was for me?”

“It’s for both of us. You only had enough for one.”

Reaching for my fork, I lean in and kiss his shoulder as I load up the eggy, cheesy goodness. “Thanks for doing this.”

“You’re welcome. I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“I need to get up anyway. I should get to Seduction early to start prepping for today. Saturday is our busiest day of the week as it is, but Jake is playing tonight, so we will be packed.”

“Jake Knox,” he says with a nod. “I haven’t met him yet.”

“Come by this evening and you will.”

He takes one more bite and sets his fork down, leaving the last bite for me. “I’d like to come help today, Mia.”

“It’s not—”

“My job, I know, but damn it, you need the help. I’ll be bored, wandering around the city of Portland aimlessly and alone, while you get to have fun in the kitchen all day. It’s not fair.” He sighs deeply, as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders, and I can’t help but smile at him.

“You’re a nice guy.”

“Now you’re just being mean. The hot girl never wants the nice guy.”

“I don’t know what the hot girl wants, but I like the nice guy.”

“You’re the hot girl.” He kisses my cheek. “I’m going to take a selfie.”

I frown. “I look horrible.”

“No, you don’t.” He raises the camera, and rather than smile at the lens, I rest my forehead on his jaw. “That’s okay, this is a cute picture.”

He shows it to me, and I have to agree. He’s smiling big, bare chested, his dark blond hair a mess. My eyes are closed, and it looks like a sweet, intimate moment between the two of us.

“Will you send it to me?”

“I’ll post it on social media, too.”

I pull back in surprise. “No, you won’t.”

“Okay, I won’t.” He grins and texts the picture to me. “Tell me I won’t be alone and sad today while you have fun at work.”

“We can’t have that.” I wipe my lips on the napkin and toss it on the tray. “You can come in.”

“Great.”

“I have to take a quick shower so I can get ready for work.”

“Even better.”

“Do not interrupt me in the shower. I had time for sex or breakfast. You made your choice.”

“Bullshit,” he calls after me.

The hot water feels so good on my sore body. I’m deliciously sore, muscles that I didn’t know I had are weeping. I guess that’s what happens when you have sex several times through the night after a long dry spell.