Chapter 80. Breakfast

MICHELLE

Ford walked off as soon as Devon and I had taken our seats at the table, and I was greeted by an appetizing spread consisting of pancakes, buttered hash browns, slices of bacon, and sausages.

I swallowed. I didn’t feel hungry when I entered the kitchen, but now I definitely am.

I couldn’t help but grin as I looked up at Devon, and it was then that I was brought back to the realization that he was still not wearing a shirt. I instantly tore my gaze away from him.

“I’m sorry…” he cleared his throat, and that made me look up again at him. “I don’t want to make you feel awkward, but… is this okay with you?” he asked while pointing to himself.

I shrugged my shoulders, pretending I didn’t mind at all. “This is your house, Devon. You can do anything you want…”

“Really?” he started to scrutinize me. “Is that really okay?”

I gave him a questioning look.

“That I choose not to put my shirt on while we are eating?”

Okay… if it were