Wyatt by Kate Tilney

Author:Kate Tilney [Tilney, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-07-08T16:00:00+00:00

5

CHARLOTTE

I wake up the next morning feeling more relaxed and satisfied than I have in maybe my whole life. At some point, Wyatt and I moved our nocturnal activities into my bed. It wasn’t easy being quiet. I happen to know there’s at least one bite mark on his shoulder where I clamped down as my body was once again overwhelmed by the pleasure his touch gave me.

Not that he minded. “I’ll wear that as a badge of honor,” he’d said before nestling his head between my thighs once again.

A fresh shiver of delight ripples through me as I stretch and find the opposite side of the bed empty. My eyes fly open, and it’s only then that I see how high the sun is up in the sky already. That doesn’t necessarily mean anything. This time of year, it’s light more than it’s dark in Alaska. But still, Simon has had me up before dawn the whole time we’ve been here.

I’m wrapping myself in a robe when I hear the clatter of dishes and soft voices from the other main room. Opening the door, I pause at the entry taking in the view in front of me.

Simon is perched in a stool at the island drinking from a coffee mug. He’s talking a mile a minute, recounting the story of how he’d learned to fish with some of his new friends the day before.

On the other side of the island, Wyatt nods along to the story. He has a dishtowel slung over one shoulder while he tends to a few pans on the stove. I sniff and catch the unmistakable smell of bacon crisping. Reaching for one pan, he lifts it and with a jerk of his wrist, a pancake flies up in the air and flips over. Simon applauds enthusiastically, and a grin plays on Wyatt’s lips. Remembering what exactly he can do with those lips has me squeezing my thighs together, even as my heart melts at the scene playing out in front of me.

“Now let me show you what we’ll do with this pancake,” Wyatt says. He settles the large flapjack on the plate and places two strips of bacon on top of it. Then, with a spatula, he scoops up two sunny side eggs. He slides the plate across the counter. “What do we have there?”

Simon’s eyes go wide. “It’s a smiley face.”

“That’s right.”

“The eyes are a little crooked.”

Wyatt arches an eyebrow. “Nobody’s perfect. But that doesn’t make them any less good.”

He opens up the syrup and pours it over the top. “Can you cut that pancake yourself or should I help you?”

“I can do it by myself.” Simon grabs his fork and knife.

My breath catches as I watch him awkwardly cut the pancake into uneven bite-sized pieces. Wyatt watches closely, even as he starts another pancake. The whole scene looks like something out of a family sitcom.

Wyatt glances my way then, and my cheeks flush at being caught staring. He winks at me and my stomach somersaults.

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