Ch. 54 My Mate

Zoe’s POV

The next morning I woke up to an empty bed, one neither of us had actually been sleeping in very long. Still, going to sleep together and waking up alone was becoming a bad habit for the two of us. One I planned to remedy very soon.

Thankfully, the delightful smell of bacon told me my wayward mate hadn’t gone very far. The smell had me hopping out of bed, pulling Dillon’s shirt over my head and tiptoeing to the kitchen. But when I got there, more than the food had me drooling.

Dillon was in nothing but a very tight pair of boxers that hugged his very fine ass to perfection. The muscles in his back flexed as he moved, stirring this and flipping that. And those strong thighs, the same ones I had very fond memories of, tensed with every thrust as he railed into me over and over again last night had my mouth watering for a very different kind of meat.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Dillon’s curses stirred me from the spot where I stood leaning against the doorframe, admiring the vi