Chapter 45. Tracks

The next morning, I stir a pan of scrambled eggs—the only breakfast I ever learned how to make on the shitty hot plate I had in my dorm at Wagner—and glance over my shoulder at Eleni. She sits at the island behind me, massaging her cheeks with one hand.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

She blushes just a little and tucks her hand around the cup of coffee she poured herself from the pot she insisted on making first. “Nothing?”

I shake my head. “I thought you were listening now.”

Her blush deepens, and she shifts in her seat like she’s trying to keep weight off the flogger marks I left on her ass last night. My cock responds instantly. Maybe we’ll have a little breakfast to get our strength back and head right back upstairs.

“It’s lame but”—she shrugs—“my cheeks hurt because I’ve been smiling so much.”

My chest squeezes. I didn’t just have incredible sex last night. No, for the very first time in my life, I told a woman I loved her. A