“Mornin’,” he called.

“Hey,” I replied with a chin lift.

“Get your ass to the table. Breakfast is ready.” He faced me again with two plates in hand and then took in how I was fully dressed. He snorted. “Were you gonna make a run for it?”

I scoffed and ended up choking. “What? No. I’m just, you know, ready for the day.” I sat, and Saint put a plate full of fucking bacon, eggs, and toast in front of me. He set his plate down and took the chair next to mine. But before he plonked his ass down, his hand gripped the top of my hair, and he gently tugged my head back to have my eyes.

He smiled. “Mornin’ again,” he said. I didn’t get to reply because his lips brushed against mine quickly, and I was too stunned to do or say anything as he sat in the chair, still smiling, but it’d turned smug.

What was that?

“Saint—”

He shook his head. “Kylo, it’s Zion in here. Zion whenever we’re alone.”

I widened my eyes. “Will we be alone a lot?” was what came to mind and what just popped out of my damn mouth.

He chuckled. “If I have anythin’ to do with it, yeah.”

Right… okay…. Fuck.

“I don’t get—”

His hand landed on mine, and I stopped talking to look down at it. “Let’s just eat and we’ll talk about it after. Instead, tell me what shit you like to do in your spare time.”

He wanted to know what I did in my spare time.

He seemed like he wanted to know me. I knew I was blocking shit between us because I didn’t want it to register in my heart, but I was pretty sure Saint—Zion—was trying to be closer to me. In a way where we’d only be with each other. At least, I thought he was.

I wanted to hope, but until we had more time together, until this was a sure thing, I wouldn’t. Even when my heart felt like tiny gorillas were beating at my heart every time he talked or looked my way.

I pushed more shit back in my mind and focused on the food in front of me while I told him about building up an old Harley I had stored in Boom’s shed. He listened to everything, adding in his own questions.

Then I admitted another thing I liked to do that no one really knew. “I read sometimes too.”

“What do you read?” he asked, finishing off his last bite.

I shrugged. “A bit of this and that.”

He smirked, leaning back in his seat. “I didn’t see any books in your room that night.”

Did he have to mention that night? My dick throbbed when my mind jumped right to the scene with naked Saint—Christ, Zion, something I wasn’t sure I’d get used to calling him since it seemed even more personal than having his dick in my mouth.

I cleared my throat and took a sip of the coffee Sa—Zion got me.