Back Beat (Heartbeat #1) by Ryleigh Sloan

Author:Ryleigh Sloan [Sloan, Ryleigh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781692967772
Google: agfYzQEACAAJ
Amazon: B07WJ738D8
Goodreads: 52911660
Publisher: #PrB.rating#4.4
Published: 2019-09-12T23:00:00+00:00

19

Blair

Dean and I grab some breakfast and head toward a table at the back. I expected him to go full-on bacon and eggs, but he has a bowl of granola and yogurt with a side of fruit, and that surprises me. I look at my own plate heaped with every kind of animal protein known to mankind and don’t feel the tiniest bit guilty. With everything that’s happened over the last few days, I need comfort food, and comfort food is what I’m going to have.

Dean spears a piece of melon with his fork and pops it into his mouth. Some of the greek yogurt collects on his lip, and his tongue darts out to lick it up. For a moment I forget how to chew, and when Dean tilts his head to the side, I realize I’ve been staring.

“You’ve got a little something…” I press a finger to my own lip to show him where the food is supposed to be, except he doesn’t have any residual yogurt on his mouth anymore. I just want to watch him lick his lips again. He does, and I’m relieved I don’t whimper or sigh. Dean has a bottom lip designed for biting and sucking and all things delicious, but he is unattainable. Or is he? Things back in his room were intense, and maybe it had something to do with sharing my music for the first time, but somehow it seems more than that. And I don’t think I’m the only one feeling that way. I could see something shift in Dean too. Unless I’m coming down with a giant case of wishful thinking. Ugh, I’m so confused. I take another forkful of eggs and cram them into my mouth before I’m tempted to make a fool out of myself or lie to the guy again.

He raises his eyebrows and leans back in his chair, taking a sip of his apple juice. “Hungry?”

“Starved,” I say once I’ve swallowed my food. I’m too close to Grams’ kitchen to risk getting caught speaking with my mouth full. I may be twenty, but apparently I’m not too old for a wooden spoon to my butt for bad manners.

“Is that all you’re having? I didn’t peg you for a fruit kinda guy. I thought you’d be all about the bacon and eggs.”

He spears a piece of pineapple and twirls the fork in his hand. “This is just to warm my stomach up. Don’t think I didn’t miss the stack of pancakes they’ve got going.”

“Grams’ pancakes are the best. But be warned, they are highly addictive.”

“I’ll take that under advisement.”

We chat about our schedule for the next few days and what kind of rehearsal time we can get in. This might be an unscheduled work trip amongst everything else, but I want Dean to experience the reserve for all it has too.

Dean has just got back from retrieving his third helping of pancakes when my dad comes over to the table. He bends and kisses me on the cheek while giving Dean a brusque good morning.

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