He tickles my sides which only makes me laugh harder. When I lean forward so my forehead is flush against his chest, gasping for air, he lightly pinches my waist. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

“Who’s being funny? That man can hit it from the front, the back, the side, and upside down.” He silently repeats “upside down” with a frown on his face so I stand on my tiptoes to kiss the furrow between his brows. “But so can you, boo.”

He rolls his eyes and waves me off. “Yeah, yeah. Go sit down so I can make you breakfast.”

I make no argument as I walk to the kitchen table and sit so I can watch him work. I watch the muscles in his back ripple with every move, making my mouth water. Kai’s not bulky, but he’s gorgeously toned and strong. My eyes soak in every inch of his shirtless chest. His deep-sepia skin is like a beacon to me. He pulls out the carton of eggs, spinach, cheese, and cherry tomatoes from the fridge and meticulously lines them up on the counter. He’s always been extremely organized in the kitchen. His mom, grandmom, and aunt all taught him their different styles of cooking, and he took what he liked from each of them to create his own style.

His head bops along to the music in his brain as he proceeds to make two delicious omelets.

When he brings the completed plates over to the table and hands me a fork before kissing my forehead, nose, and lips, and sitting down, I melt inside. “This is so domestic,” I tease. “Thank you.”

He gives me a two finger salute in response.

I moan around the first bite of my omelet and then the next. This shit is delicious. “Damn, I fucked up. I should have recorded you cooking and put it on OnlyFans. I’m bout to get you an apron that says ‘serving up vitamin D’ and make you a star.”

He chuckles and grabs the leg of my chair, tugging me closer. “Keep playing and you’re gonna be eating something else for breakfast.”

I involuntarily lick my lips and look down at his lap which is unfortunately covered by briefs and sweatpants. “That’s not the threat you think it is.”