Chapter Fifty-Three
“Geez, Ian. Let her finish her breakfast. She’s going to need the calories for later.” Cy said, bumping his bare foot against mine before tracing his toe up my ankle.
The tops of my ears felt hot and I looked down at the breakfast before me. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that Cy knew what had happened. That he didn’t care about it and was, in his own way, flirting with the both of us.
I picked up one of the triangles of toast, taking a bite. The butter was perfectly melted and the bread was toasted just the right amount. My stomach rumbled and my hunger returned. I dunked the corner of the toast into the yolk. Popping the orangey-yellow bubble and coating the toast with the goo. Taking another bite.
“Ohmigod, Cy, this is so good.” I moaned, picking up
