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The strength of his scent made me giddy.
For a bit, I inhaled it, trying to burn the smell into my memory.
But soon, reality kicked in and I had to get up, shower and change.
By the time I made it down to the others, they were eating breakfast. They all greeted me, but I said nothing until after I was able to drink a couple sips of coffee.
“Morning.” I managed. “Sorry. We all know I’m useless without my anti-murder serum.”
They laughed except Darby.
He didn’t seem impressed.
Storm rose from the table and came back with a big plate for me—eggs, sausages, toast and a few strawberries on the side.
When he set it in front of me, I was tempted to tell him that I wouldn’t be eating the strawberries unless he was feeding them to me.
Was that too much after the night we’d had?
Storm reached over to press his palm to my forehead, then my right cheek then the left side of my neck. I knew what he was doing—he was testing my body temperature.
While, usually, I would fuss, I let him worry over me.
“You feeling better?” He picked up his fork again.
“Khaa.” I nodded.
“Good.” He told me, stressing the word by flipping some hair off my forehead. “Eat.”
Darby made a frustrated sound, but I ignored it and glanced over at Beam.
“Hi.” I smiled.
He playfully bounced me with his shoulder.
“You worried me, P’Taz.” Beam admitted.
“I didn’t mean to.” I assured him. “I’m okay now.”
Beam nodded.
After food, Beam offered to wash up.
I tried finding the books and things we’d gathered but I couldn’t find them. When I asked Storm, he looked away from a phone call he’d been on and pointed toward his partner.
“I hid them.” Beam told me in a whisper. “Let me dry my hands and find them for you.”
Nodding, I ventured back to the living room and sat beside Storm. But while the sofa had plenty of space, I sat as close to him as I could.
He looked at me, finished his call and shifted sideways so he could look at me.
“What’s up?” He wanted to know. “Your cheeks has some healthy colouring.”
Smiling at him, I leaned in and kissed his cheek.
“I’m not complaining.” He tilted his head. “But what was that for?”
“For last night.” I admitted, blushing.