20: Vanilla sex?

Chapter 20: Vanilla sex?

I put the bacon under the grill, and while it's cooking, I whisk some eggs. I turn, and Jace is sitting on one of the bar stools at the breakfast bar, leaning on it, his face supported by his steepled hands. He's still wearing the t-shirt he's slept in. Just-fucked hair suits him, as does his designer stubble.

He looks both amused and bewildered. I freeze, flush, then gather myself and pull the headphones out of my ears, my knees weak at the sight of him.

"Good morning, Ms Damara. You're very enthusiastic this morning," He says dryly.

"I slept well," I stutter my explanation. His lips try to mask his smile.

"I can't imagine why." He pauses and frowns. "So did I, after I came back to bed."

"Are you hungry?" I shyly ask.

"Very," He says with an intens