Chapter 13. What My Bully Wants

I woke up to the smell of food. I rolled out of my king-sized bed and headed to the master bathroom. After brushing my hair and teeth, I washed my face. I was only wearing a pair of pajama pants, so I had to put on a shirt before heading downstairs. The tantalizing scent of bacon greeted me as I entered the kitchen. Austin was dressed in a black tank top and black shorts. I paused and stared at him; his back was turned towards me. The tank top revealed his muscular shoulders, and as he moved his arms, I could see his shoulder blades pushing against his ivory skin. I realized I had been gawking at him for too long and cleared my throat as I entered the kitchen. Austin acknowledged me right away as he turned to me and smiled.

“I hope you do not mind. I thought I could make you breakfast again,” Austin said sheepishly.

“No, I am grateful. I usually do not wake up early enough to make a full breakfast,” I smiled.

“I am glad. Go sit in the dining room. I will bring you