“I feel so objectified,” he complained.

“You like it though.”

“Never said I didn’t. Should I pose?” He asked as he made a fist and then flexed his bicep at me. I rolled my eyes and took the t-shirt to put on. The only other clothing I had here was the dress I’d worn to dinner last night and that just screamed ‘walk of shame’ outfit. I didn’t want to look as though I was ashamed of anything. I donned the shirt and then glanced around.

“Do you know where my panties went?”

“I’m not a fan of them. I think you should go without.”

I shrugged my shoulders and bounced off the bed. “Okay, but I’m going to be bending over out there to get the things I need to make breakfast, and you have company, so…” I left the warning hanging there in the air.

“Shit!” He hissed. “Let’s find your panties.” He tossed the blanket, while looking on the bed. “What about the shorts I gave you last night?”

“Seriously? There’s a reason I didn’t wear them last night, Tucker. They wouldn’t stay up even if I taped them to my waist.” I glanced up just in time to see a flash a heat in his eyes. I didn’t feel even a little bit of shame as my eyes dropped and took in the fact that his cock had also hardened at some point, and it was straining those boxers in a big way.

“Stop staring at my cock, Mina.” He turned so that I didn’t have a choice in the matter. Then, he threw my panties at me. Apparently, they hadn’t been that hard to find after all.

I groaned as I put them back on, lamenting the fact that I didn’t have any clean clothes that would fit. Still, the growl coming from my belly meant there were more important things than getting clean clothes. I was starving. I left Tucker to get dressed and made my way out to the kitchen where Wes was sitting on a stool that was pulled up to the bar-side of the counter.

“So,” he started, as if I was supposed to know how to fill in the blanks. I could guess but didn’t want to. Instead, I went about finding everything I needed to make French Toast. It was quick and easy, and most people had everything I would need.

“Nothing, huh?” He asked and I turned to grin at him from over my shoulder.

“What exactly would you like to know, Wes?”

“The last time I saw you,” he started and my whole body stiffened at the memory. “Well, you seem to be doing a lot better, that’s all.”

“Wes,” My hesitation was purely because I didn’t know how to address what happened with me. “I’m better. I had some things from my past to face, and I didn’t have it in me then to explain, but if you have questions, I’ll answer them.”

“I think between what happened and what my sister managed to fill in, I got the gist of it.” He glanced down and then before I could even process anything, Wes had come around the bar and wrapped me up in his arms. “I’m sorry that happened to you and that people are assholes.” He hugged me a little tighter. “I’m happy that it was you here with him this morning. Shocked, but happy,” he admitted before letting me go.