She reached over to trail soft, small fingers over his cheeks and lips, and Thomas was still not used to her small, affectionate little touches. They did not make him so much uncomfortable as…he did not know. Purposefully, he pushed away trying to figure that out what exactly it was, and instead nodded to her question.
Of course, he did stop to look over her feline stretch, the way she looked arching in the light streaming in through the window. From pale, flushed skin to pert nipples to the darkening love bite on her neck.
“Pancakes,” he told her, “Blueberry.” Climbing to his feet, in order to find his clothes to pull them back on. Needed to get dressed in order to grab breakfast. “Gotta stop by room first,” Thomas had to grab his dose of meds, a change of clothes, and then breakfast. He had burned enough calories to have worked up quite an appetite.
Together they made it downstairs, and ate blueberry pancakes.