Chapter 159

If he notices that there isn’t any milk in the oatmeal now, though, he doesn’t mention it. He shouldn’tnotice, as I dumped a good two tablespoons of sugar into the bowl and stirred it up real good, because he has one hell of a sweet tooth. The first morning he ever woke up beside me, I made oatmeal for breakfast and watched, fascinated, as he just about upended the sugar bowl into it. “You know how sweet I like it,” he said, giving me a saucy wink that made my cheeks flush. I feel my face heat up at the memory of that first night, still so bright after ten months together, and Dan nudges me with one foot. “You’re thinking something nasty,” he says. “It better be about me.”

“Who else?” I reply, picking at his toes through the blanket.

They wiggle in my palm and my lover holds his bowl out towards me as an offering. “Have some,” he says. When I shake my head, he admonishes, “You’ll be hungry later.”