Inflamed: A Love Letters Novel by Kristen Blakely

Author:Kristen Blakely [Blakely, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Sean awoke the next morning to an unfamiliar bedroom and a slight indentation on the mattress next to him. He ran his hand over the fading warmth and inhaled deeply of the orange-scented sheets.

Debra.

The silence of the bedroom was dispelled by the sounds rising from the kitchen where Debra was probably preparing breakfast. A smile inched across his face, and thoughts of Debra widened it into a grin.

It felt good.

“Good” was enough for him. He did not want to dig too deeply. There was no need to put a name to anything he was feeling—not when large parts of him were still raw from his relationship with Romina.

Just live in the moment. Inhale. Exhale.

He closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath that filled his lungs. The aroma of oranges, infused with the bright promise of summer, surrounded him. The peace of the morning settled around him

The smell of butter and eggs rose to meet him as he made his way downstairs. For several moments, he stood by the kitchen door, watching Debra bustle through the familiar space, preparing breakfast for three in much the same way she had prepared dinners for three for several weeks now.

At that moment, however, she looked beautiful, her face lightly touched with makeup, and her long hair pulled back into a ponytail. A faint smile danced on her lips, but her economical movements were relaxed.

A stray thought flashed through his mind. I want to wake up to this every morning.

The words wavered and he had to clear his throat before trying again. “Good morning.”

Debra looked up with a smile. “Hey.” She tilted the skillet to slide the scrambled eggs onto a plate. “Sleep well?”

Sean nodded and shoved his hands into the pockets of his denim jeans. He stared down at the spread of toast, cereal, fruit preserves, and scrambled eggs Debra had laid out on the table. He searched for the elusive words. How did one say thank you for great sex? “Thanks for breakfast.”

“No problem. Aidan should be up soon, and I need to leave in a few minutes. I have to open up the café. If you leave after Aidan, can you lock the door on your way out?”

“Sure.”

“Oh, I might be a bit late getting home tonight. I need to run by the grocery store for basil. I have chicken stew planned for tonight.”

“The one with the tomato base that I like?”

She nodded.

“Don’t let me keep you from starting your day. I’m already counting down the minutes to dinner.”

She laughed and leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek. “Okay, I’m off. You have a great day.”

He stared at Debra’s back as she walked out the door. Was that it? No issues. No drama. Just “Good morning; enjoy your breakfast. See you tonight?”

He pressed a hand to his cheek where the warmth of her kiss lingered. Could life really be that simple? Was this what normal felt like?

Damn, but it wasn’t just good.

It was great.

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