Chapter 8
The next morning, Tru was already up and brewing coffee before I managed to get myself out of bed. The dogs were lounging in the living room when I walked through, so I was sure Tru had already let them out. I stepped into the kitchen and found Tru, wearing nothing but boxers and staring intently at the coffee pot while it spit out its delicious brew. My heart clenched and my d**k perked up. He looked so perfect there.
I padded across the floor, pressed my chest to his back, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed his neck. He sighed and gave me his weight.
“I hope you don’t mind.” He gestured toward the coffee.
“Not at all.” I caught his chin and turned his head to give him a proper kiss, then stepped back. “What’re you feeling like for breakfast? I can do eggs. Or maybe panc
