“Don’t you want to eat?”
“Not if I have to move. I’m tired. And sore. Somebody kept me up late. Really late.”
“I don’t know if that’s such a great excuse. I did most of the work.”
“No. Being on the bottom is much harder.”
“Says who?”
“Me.” I yawn. “I thought a peerless man was something you only found in K-romance.”
“A what man?”
“Peerless. As in, your crotch energy is peerless. It’s a trope that’s in every Korean romance novel.” I’ve never read a book where the hero did it only once when he could do it all night long. And all day. And he is always, always huge. Like, scary huge. Declan is sizeable, too. It would’ve hurt if I hadn’t been so wet last night.
Declan laughs. “Well. I’m peerless in many aspects, not just with my crotch energy, whatever that means.”
“It means you can do it, you know…a lot.” And I used to wonder what it would be like to be with a guy who could keep going all night long. Not anymore. “It’s not good for one’s health, for your information.”
“It isn’t?” He sounds too amused for his own good. If my whole body weren’t sore, I might pinch him. Just a little.
“No. Sleep deprivation. Bad. Women don’t like that sort of thing.” I shift, pulling the sheet over my head. Just five more minutes…
“If you get up, I’ll make you breakfast. Or lunch. Whatever you prefer. Plus coffee. Yum. Fresh coffee. Delicious, smells like heaven…?”
Well. If he puts it that way, coffee does sound great. “I’ll get up if you bring me coffee.” That’s a pretty good counteroffer.
He laughs. “Oh, come on. Don’t you want to go say hello to the babies?”
“Later. When I’m more rested and put together. I’m going to horrify them if I show up like this.”
Declan laughs again. I don’t know what’s so amusing. Maybe he’s just in a good mood because he got laid.
But was last night just some “lay”? I try to think about that for a second, but I can’t come up with an answer. It isn’t something my brain can figure out alone.
“By the way,” I say, my face still half-buried in pillows.
“Yeah?”
I shift a little so I can squint up at him. “Just to be clear about last night. Was it a one-night stand or…?” I hesitate a little. I don’t want to sound like I’m begging for a relationship.
“Or…?” Declan prompts me when I’m quiet for too long.
“The first of many one-night stands.” I smile and shrug. There. Sounds light enough. No pressure.
“I think the right word is relationship. The exclusive kind.”
“Oh…” I sense my smile grow wider.
“Once you have that coffee, you’ll agree I’m right about this.”
“I don’t need coffee to agree.” Feeling upbeat and content, I stretch and yawn. “I’ll take your word for it.”
He runs the back of one finger along the bridge of my nose. “Good.”
A phone rings. He glances at the nightstand.
“Is that Tim?” I ask, only mildly curious. He might be calling about rescheduling the meeting they didn’t get to have yesterday.