"Eli," she whispers.
"Mmm," I say, plucking her bottom lip between my teeth when she pulls away.
"Our eggs are getting cold," she says dreamily, then goes in for another.
“Not the words I want to hear right now." I adjust myself.
Her hands twist in my hair, and the only thing that stops us from going any further is the fire alarm blaring through the cabin.
Her eyes go wide. "f**k, f**k, f**k!"
I notice the burner is on with a skillet on top, and it"s smoking. Immediately, I turn it off and let out a hearty laugh.
"Right when I thought I was becoming a chef." She groans. "At least I took the eggs out before walking away."
"This is true," I reassure her with a wink, opening the windows and fanning a towel to try to clear the smoke. "Nice save."
Once the alarm is off, and our ears ar
