Chapter 29
The Party
I woke up to the smell of bacon. After climbing out of bed, I hobbled downstairs to the kitchen. Ryan was at the stove in only his sweats, cooking.
I climbed onto a chair at the island and watched him. I could see the definition of muscles in his back and shoulders. I was admiring his physique when he was putting the food on two plates.
I was drooling; Ryan walked over, placing a plate in front of me and one in front of him. He took a bite of food and said, “You know you didn’t have to come down here. I would have brought you breakfast in bed.”
“If I don’t get up and move around, my legs become stiff,” I said as I swallowed some eggs.
“But I love carrying you,” he commented.
“I love that you love to carry me, but I also like to walk,” I reminded him as I ate.
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