Everything You Are (Jukebox Heroes 3) by L.B. Clark

Author:L.B. Clark
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal romance, magic, fantasy romance, contemporary romance, rock and roll, empathy, rock novel, jukebox heroes, rock and roll romance
Publisher: L.B. Clark

Chapter Sixteen

I woke up just after noon the next day with Chris curled around me, his legs twined with mine, his hand resting on my hip, and his face buried in my hair. For a moment or two, I let myself bask in his warmth and the feeling that I was safe and cared for. Then I eased out of bed and went about my normal wake-up routine: bathroom, splashing water on my face, checking my phone for messages, checking email and the social networks.

Once I was awake enough, I crept back into the bedroom for clothes. It felt weird to get dressed in my living room; even when Blas and Alex stayed over, I had free reign over my own room, but I wasn’t going to risk waking Chris – or giving him an eyeful. After poking through my cabinets and fridge, I decided to venture out in search of food. I jotted down a note and tapped it to the bathroom mirror, letting Chris know where I’d gone just in case he woke before I got back.

Chris was still asleep when I got home, though, sprawled on his back now that I wasn’t there to cuddle. I hated the idea of waking him, but I didn’t know what his plans might be for the day. I’d hate even more to let him sleep through something important. At least I had breakfast and coffee waiting for him.

I perched on the edge of the bed and leaned over to rest my hand on Chris’s shoulder, much like I’d done the night before. I called his name, and his eyes fluttered open.

“It’s just after one,” I told him. “I wasn’t sure if you needed to be up. You can go back to sleep if you want.”

“No, I’m good,” he replied, dragging the back of one hand across his eyes like a sleepy toddler.

Once I was sure he was really awake, I wandered back into the combination kitchen dining area where breakfast waited, sitting in the middle of my secondhand table. I slid into a seat and opened the lid of the pastry box, deliberating over the contents. I was still deciding when Chris emerged from the bedroom and came to join me at the table. I tried to ignore the flutter of disappointment I felt when I saw that he’d put his t-shirt back on.

“I got you a mocha,” I said. “I thought I remembered that you got one when we went for coffee last weekend. But if you want something else....”

He cut me off with a little shake of the head and slid into the chair across from mine. “Mocha’s good.”

“There’s food, too,” I pointed out, like he couldn’t see that for himself. “Not the healthiest thing maybe, but they’re amazing.”

I made my selection – chocolate chip – and slid the box of scones across the table to Chris.

“What’s what?” he asked, reaching past the open box for his mocha.

“Cranberry-orange, lemon, blueberry, cinnamon, and chocolate chip,” I said, pointing out each flavor in turn.

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