Chapter 21

Beckett had his back to me and didn’t notice me approaching. I took advantage and let my gaze sweep over him. He wore a pair of sweatpants, a T-shirt, and fuzzy socks on his feet, and wiggled his butt in tempo with the music. It was the most adorable sight I’d ever seen.

I tiptoed over to the stove and wound my arms around his waist.

He jerked and threw a glance over his shoulder. “You’re awake!” he exclaimed and grinned at me.

“Mhm. I was lonely in bed.” I snuck my hands under his shirt and tugged lightly on the hairs on his belly with a happy hum.

He chuckled. “You’re obsessed with my tummy hairs.”

“Are you complaining?”

His grin grew wider as he gave my cheek a quick peck. “Absolutely not.” He turned back to the stove and flipped over the pancake. “Breakfast will be ready soon. Sit down. I made you coffee.” He tipped his head to the table and a French press filled to the brim with the nectar of the gods.