Chapter Twelve
Ryan
Kendall continues typing on her phone while taking breaks to eat.
After a few minutes, Kendall lets out a moan, and I nearly choke. She covers her mouth and laughs.
“Sorry,” she says. “It’s just so damn good.”
I lick my lips, thinking about how she tastes. “Like you.”
Kendall blushes, then gets up and refills her coffee. She grabs mine and does the same.
“Thanks, babe,” I say.
She grins wide, and I swear her cheeks get redder. “Babe? Hmm. I could get used to that.”
“Oh yeah?” I shoot her a wink and empty my bowl.
“Mm-hmm. Though I certainly like it when you call me Angel in the bedroom.” Kendall’s smile doesn’t falter as she finishes her food. “This might put me in a carb coma for the rest of the day.”
“Same,” I admit, grabbing our dishes and rinsing them in
