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“Do I get a morning kiss, Knox?” she teased. Delilah let out a laugh, quickly covering her mouth. They were acting like a pair of schoolgirls.
Knox went over and hugged them both, planting a kiss on each of their cheeks. They gave me a mischievous look, wrapping an arm around him.
I rolled my eyes and shifted my weight, trying to suppress a smile at their antics. I looked up to see Knox standing there in his tight red boxer briefs. Damn, he looked good. An awkward silence fell over us, a silence our mothers seemed to be enjoying.
I couldn’t help but glance at his perfectly sculpted abs. Clearing my throat, I forced my gaze back to his face, which was now focused on me.
“Um – I’m making you breakfast this morning, remember?” I squeaked, pointing at nothing in particular.
He smiled back at me. “You don’t have to, baby doll, I-“
“No, no, it’s fine. I promised,” I interrupted, reaching up to stretch my neck.
I walked past them into the kitchen, taking the mug of hot chocolate from last night with me to clean. It was stained pretty heavily, so I had to soak it. I was just trying to distract myself from the conversation I didn’t want to have with my mom and Delilah.
“Uh, I’m going for a quick shower. I’ll be down in ten!” Knox practically sprinted out of the kitchen and up the stairs, leaving me alone with our mothers.
Thanks, Knox. Thanks a lot.
I whisked up some eggs while the bacon sizzled in the pan, chopping up peppers in the meantime. I heard the screech of chairs and the thud of bodies settling into seats.
I didn’t look up, fearing the questions they might ask. They cleared their throats again, and I instinctively looked up, immediately regretting it.
“Spill it, now!” my mom demanded.
“There’s nothing to spill. We literally fell asleep last night out there. That’s it,” I replied, focusing on the peppers.
“Why don’t I believe you?” she pushed.
“I don’t know. That’s your problem, I guess,” I shrugged.
“Alex, you can tell us,” Delilah coaxed.
“Mom, seriously, there’s nothing to tell. We just sat out there and fell asleep. So move on,” I said, sprinkling the peppers and bacon bits into the eggs and shredding spinach over the pan.
“I will get it out of you if it’s the last thing I do,” my mom threatened.
“Good luck getting nothing out of me,” I retorted.
“I will get you drunk,” she said, shocking me with her willingness to use alcohol to get me to spill the beans. Shit, she knew me too well. I was too honest when I was drunk.
She knew that I knew that she knew this. There’s a mind fuck for you. I rolled my eyes and laughed, covering the omelet so it could cook properly.
“Whatever, Mom. You’ll still get nothing from me because nothing happened.”
“Sure it didn’t, sweetie,” Delilah interjects, joining the conversation unfolding over the kitchen counter.
“I know my boy. I’ll get it out of him one way or another. He looked far too nervous for nothing to have happened. Plus, that kiss wasn’t just nothing. You two were cuddling each other when we woke you up. So… we have a right to assume something happened.”
“I’m sure he thought I was someone else when he did that, and I was cold last night so yeah… but you can assume all you want. I can assure you nothing happened.”
I pivot to face them, leaning back against the counter, meeting their challenging stares head-on.
“He said ‘morning, baby doll,” she retorts, reclining in her seat with a confident air, her arm draped over the back of it. Both of them are comfortably ensconced in their pajamas, a housecoat wrapped around their petite bodies.
“He probably calls other girls ‘baby doll’-‘
“You’re the only girl he calls ‘baby doll’. You are the only person he has a nickname for.”
“Pfft, I’m sure he has other nicknames for other girls you don’t know about, Delilah,” I dismiss, waving off the ridiculous statement that’s clearly not true.
“I beg to differ. Ask him.”
“I’m good, I-“
“Ask me what?” he interrupts, entering the room shirtless once again, clad in swimming shorts, his hair still damp from the shower.
I shoot him a look to keep quiet and quickly reply, “Nothing. Here’s your breakfast. I’m going up to change and then heading down to the beach.”
“Thanks, baby doll, looks good. You’d make a good housewife,” he teases, taking a bite of the omelet.
Smirking at me, I roll my eyes and retort, “So would you, Knox. You could even start a book club-“
“Oh, that reminds me! Alex, would you like to join our book club?” My mom interrupts me, a serious expression on her face. Is she serious?
“What? Mom, last time I went to your book club, I read the entire book sitting there listening to you discussing how sexy you thought Mr. Grey was… let me tell you, I’m not reading the sequel. I’m not reading another erotic novel with you horny bitches again. Most disturbing thing to ever witness!”
“Oh come on, sweetie, it wasn’t that bad! Plus, you could learn a few things from it,” she nudges her head in Knox’s direction, making me blush with embarrassment.
I slap my hands onto my face to cover it, but it’s not helping.
“Seriously, Mom? If you’re so obsessed with Knox, why don’t you tie him up and go all dominatrix on him? I’m sure it’s not his first time.”
Knox begins to choke on his food, slapping his chest so he can breathe again.
“Don’t mind if I do, but I don’t want to be stepping on your territory,” she winks, and both our eyes widen at the fact that she just said Knox was my territory.
She did not just say that. Then he begins to smirk at my mom. Don’t say a damn word!
“Oh, Annic, I’m flattered. Who knew you could be so kinky. But I don’t like whips, not my thing, and I’ll be the one doing the tying up.” He winks, stirring the pot, and I glare at him.
Not helping right now, you Neanderthal!
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