He cut up fruit and even made toast, smothering it with butter before drizzling it with honey. Oh, he was good and she had no desire to ever let him leave, but since that would never leave her lips, she shut her mouth tightly as she continued to watch him. He found her food tray and stacked all the food he made on it, grabbing the OJ jug out the fridge and tucking it under his arm before carrying everything to the bed. Reaching for his t-shirt, she threw it over her head before sitting up, welcoming him with a grin.

“You didn’t have to put that on,” he said with a wink.

She laughed. “I didn’t want to get butter on my tits.”

He gave her a smoldering look. “I would have licked it off.”

“I know you would have, but I’m hungry!”

He laughed as he placed the tray between them. “Fine, since butter breast is off the menu, our real breakfast is served.”

She giggled as she sat Indian style and he matched her, reaching for a piece of bacon and feeding it to her. She took a bite, her eyes locked with his, and her heart went wild in her chest.

Oh, this man was dangerous.

“Good?” he asked, huskily.

“Mmhmm.”

He smiled, ripping a piece of toast apart before moving it to her lips. She asked, “You’re gonna feed me?”

He laughed. “I like feeding you. It’s hot.”

She giggled as she took a bite of the toast, biting his fingers playfully before the sweetness of the honey made her moan as she chewed. “So good.”

He took a bite, watching her with desire swirling in his hooded, blue eyes.

“Are we going to make it through breakfast?” she teased.

He looked down at the plate of food before looking back up at her. His eyes were all dark and sexy, and she was getting wet just looking at him. “We need to.”

“Well, then stop looking at me with those hot, bedroom eyes.”

He grinned. “Bedroom eyes?”

“Yes, bedroom eyes. You know what I’m talking about.”

It was obvious that he knew what he was doing because he gave her a smirk before getting a forkful of eggs and feeding them to her. Flavors burst in her mouth, cayenne pepper mainly, and she smiled. “Damn, this is good.”

“I’m glad you like it. Claire and I eat a lot of breakfast food; it’s our favorite type of meal. We even eat it for dinner.”

“I do, too.”

He threw her a grin before feeding her more eggs. As she chewed, she watched him as he ate his own forkful. He was so beautiful. His hair was in disarray, half sticking up and half stuck to his head. His lips were puffy and full. His neck and chest were covered with little red marks, where she had bit him, playfully, teasingly. She knew hers matched his, and it made her quiver with the thought of him doing it to her again. She admired the tattoo on his chest and decided that she had never seen something so detailed and breathtaking. Looking up into his eyes, she smiled. She liked him. A lot more than she wanted to, but nothing would ever come out of it. She didn’t know how to love or even be loved.

Right?

Leaning over, she pressed her lips to his. He smiled as they parted. “Thank you.”

“Anytime. This is fun,” he said, cupping her chin before placing another sweet kiss on her lips.

“It is.”

He flashed her a grin before draining the contents of his cup. She couldn’t stop watching him. Maybe it was because she knew he was leaving, and she wanted to soak in every single detail about him. Yeah, that was it. He looked up and smiled. “What?”

“What does Memento Mori mean?” she asked, referring to the words underneath the hourglass on his chest.

He looked away. “It’s sort of morbid, but it means ‘remember that you will die’.”

She made a face. “That’s intense.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, after my mom and then my sister died, you know, things hit me bad. I went a little crazy, partied a little too hard, and then this happened. I am a firm believer that you only live once, and I want to live my life to the fullest.”

“I need to ask you something.”

She did? Why did she say that?

“Yeah?”

She paused, not knowing why she wanted to ask this, but she did. “At the time, I didn’t want to know but now, I want to know who the girl is that Claire keeps talking about. The one you left that Claire is convinced that you’ll leave everyone else because of?”

Phillip looked away as he shrugged. “You know, I don’t understand why she holds that thought in her mind. I didn’t leave Alana on purpose or because I wanted to. That’s her name by the way.”

“Okay, why did you leave?”

He expelled a breath as he leaned back on his hands, looking over at her. “I thought I was completely and utterly in love with her. I mean soul deep; I thought she was my forever-type love. I was young, stupid, and thought that that was it. She was it. I stayed with her family. Her dad is the one that took me under his wing, took me away from my mom, and trained me hardcore. He made me the man and hockey player I am now. Alana was a year younger than I was, and when I moved in, it was drilled into my head that she was off limits but man, I couldn’t ignore her. She suffocated me. I had to have her and she felt the same for me, or so I thought. We did everything together. She went to all my games, she went with me to see Claire, and I guess that was when Claire fell in love with her too. They were best friends. When I couldn’t take Claire to something, Alana did. It was great. My sister and mother hated her, but I didn’t care… she was it. Her parents never knew, thought we were only friends because we hid it so well.”