"Only when I'm teasing you," she grinned. She cracked a couple more eggs, stirring them into the pan before adding a little bit of milk. She closed her eyes, ignoring the fact that Eliot smelled like engine grease, leather, and dirt. It was making her breathing shallow and her knees weak, and she shifted her weight from foot to foot as she stirred. "Made coffee already if you need some."
It was tempting to move the eggs to a cool burner and crawl onto his lap, but she just smiled at Eliot, still stirring. "The girls are still at Nathan's, so I had to do something. So I did laundry and got breakfast together." She didn't want to tell him that she'd spent the night in his bed, in case he'd find it needy or something.