55. Aiyana

Chapter fifty-five

Aiyana

T he bed's still warm, but I'm alone in it, my body a puddle in Kas's red satin sheets, a heavy duvet tossed over me, keeping me warm and comfortable. I smile to myself, my heart full from last night.

I've never had more fun in my life than I did jumping out of that plane with Kas. Pushing myself to a seated position, I muster up the energy to get out of bed, my body aching from the comedown of the adrenaline and the long hours that Kas drove into me, slow and steady as he made me come over and over and over again.

God, that man is perfect.

I shift to the edge of the bed and slide out, literally. These satin sheets are like butter. I slide around in them, but the good news is Kas will never have any real wrinkles, judging by how smooth his pillowcases are.

I stand on unsteady feet and make my way to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and using the toilet before following my nose down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Kas is standing over the stove, gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips as he cooks.

I whistle at him, causing him to spin around toward me, a smirk lighting his face as he peers at me over his shoulder. "You were supposed to stay put; I was bringing you breakfast in bed," he tells me.

"When have you ever known me to do as I'm told?" I ask, my voice taunting as I approach him, winding my arms around his abdomen, hugging him from behind, and pressing a kiss to the center of his spine.

He rumbles with laughter, and I feel it in every corner and crevice of my body. "Literally never," he admits.

His arms stretch overhead as he reaches for a plate out of the cupboard and begins piling food on it. He's made scrambled eggs with cheese and crispy bacon on the side. My stomach growls, and he chuckles. "Just one more minute, and you'll be eating."

I release him so he can continue what he's doing without risking burning either of us.

We sit at the dining room table and dig into our food, enjoying the comfortable silence until he clears his throat and looks up at me with an inscrutable expression.

I set my coffee down and lean back in my chair, folding my hands in my lap and steeling myself for the conversation ahead.

"I've got a string of away games soon that run into next week," he tells me, eyes sad. "Can we plan to do something when I get back? It's gonna be a longer stretch than usual."

At his words, my lungs simultaneously deflate, releasing the worry at the same time that my heart clenches, hearing the sadness in his voice.

"Of course, Kas. When do you get back?" I ask, picking my coffee back up and relaxing a bit into the leather chair.

"We fly out tomorrow night for a game in Vancouver, then onto Washington state, and we're back for a night on the sixth before leaving again on the seventh for a couple more days. So we'll officially be back on the tenth, and then we have a home game on the eleventh," he explains.

I nod slowly, thinking it over and organizing the dates in my head. "Okay, I've got book club with Kat and Alessandro's family on the sixth, but maybe I can stay over on the eleventh after your game?"

He smiles broadly at me. "Sounds like a plan," he says before his voice turns cheeky and his lips quirk with interest. "What book are you guys reading?"

I release a full-bellied laugh at that, shaking my head. "I'm not really sure of the name. Gloria invited Kat, though, and apparently, they got me my own copy of the book, which I should really start reading."

"Mhmm," he says, assessing me. "Is there any sex in it?"

"Oh yes, definitely," I tell him, pretty sure that was one of the selling points Rose's wife, Charlie, gave me to sell the book club idea to me in the first place.

"Alice's mom is really something else." He laughs. "She's so sweet, but that woman has some seriously interesting hobbies."

"Hey, we've all gotta find what we love, right? And for Gloria De Laurentiis, it's smut." I snort.

He laughs at that and continues digging into his food.

We finish eating, and I head upstairs to shower, except the shower leads to other things…