I moved around the door frame and stood in the kitchen entrance. Tanner was cooking in my kitchen. My kitchen. In his boxers , making pancakes. I frowned at the image. " Tanner, what are you doing ? " I asked him. He looked up and placed a few more pancakes on a plate in front of him. " Making breakfast" he stated, before turning his back to pick to flip what smelt like bacon in another pan.
" I mean what are you doing here ? Why did you stay last night ? Why are you making breakfast for me ? What are you trying to do here, sleep with me ? If I sleep with you again, will you then leave me alone ? " I saw his shoulders tense. The way his muscles flexed on his back was like eye candy.
" Do you always have to be asking so many questions ? " I heard the tenseness in his voice. He huffed an
