Chapter Eight
*Poe*
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HOLY GORGEOUS GREENass cheeks,my mind whispered as I slammed the door shut on that glorious view. It was view I would never forget. I had also gotten the front facing version and let me tell you-better than any fantasy I had ever dreamed up. Dax was magnificent fully clothed. He wasfucking spectacularwithout them.
I had grown up telling all my secrets to a faded and illegal image file of Dax I had kept stashed under my bed. When I got older I grew to believe he was the most gorgeous male ever created. Real men couldn’t compare. So often I had dreamed of meeting him, but thought no one could ever really matched up to the dream you had created inside your head.
Dax had proven to be the exception. He was all I had hoped for and more. Both clothed and unclothed. Say what you will, but no one could tell me that it didn’t take a sheer force of will to shut the door and walk away. I may want Dax more than my next breath, but I would never take something not offered. Dax had opened the door without thought. I saw the blush creep up his cheeks, painting them a darker shade of green.
I don’t think he had even thought about the fact he was naked. He just opened the door and I literally caught him with his pants down-well, not down. More like non-existent. This had been thebestandworstday of my whole life.
While Dax dressed, I decided to head back downstairs. I needed some space so I could catch my breath. And to lower my heart rate. Could I really spend two whole days with him and keep my hands to myself? I would be a saint if I could pull this off.
Just imagine Reaper ripping your head off.That worked. Total mood killer.
I walked into the kitchen, digging in the cupboards for something to eat. I had skipped breakfast, to excited at the possibility of meeting cyborgs to worry about eating. I scanned the contents of the cupboard and pulled out a box of Belgian waffle mix. Breakfast for dinner? Why not? I gathered all the things I needed and got started on the mix, humming softly as I stirred.
Footsteps behind me halted my stirring and I ignored the blush trying to creep up my cheeks. I wasn’t fifteen anymore. I refused to make a big deal out of what happened upstairs. I turned and the sight of Dax made my mouth drop. He looked nothing like the cyborg I had first seen in the woods.
Gone were the fancy dress clothes and lab coat. The dark gray sweats and black t-shirt I had managed to find barely fit his frame. They looked like they had been painted on. Brilliant green biceps bulged, encased in tight black sleeves. The t-shirt was molded to his chest putting his glorious set of abs on display. My eyes couldn’t help themselves. They wandered down his frame locking on to the waistband of the sweats that hung scandalously low on hips. A tiny gap between the shirt and pants revealed a very lick-able patch of skin. My mouth ran dry.
My eyes followed the dark gray fabric down discovering that it clung to muscular thighs and an impressive bulge my gaze begged to linger on. I refused and kept going, a smile breaking across my face when I saw green feet peeking out from the bottom of the sweats.
“You are smiling. Why?”
My eyes shot back up to his face. He wore an adorably confused expression.
I pointed to his feet. “Cute.”
He looked down at his feet and his eyebrows raised. “Myfeetarecute?” He frowned. “What about therestof me?”
A laugh bubbled up. “The rest of you is pretty cute, too.”
“Well, you have now seen all of me so...” The same blush that had showed up in the bathroom darkened his cheeks yet again.
“About that.” I swallowed hard. Words failed me. Why was this so hard? My cheeks heated to match.
Dax reached out, grabbing my hand, giving it a squeeze. “It was a simple mistake, Poe. I didn’t realize what state I was in when I answered the door and I doubt you meant to catch me with my frame completely bare.” He flashed me soft smile.
“You’re right. I mean, we are both adults, correct? We don’t need to make a big deal over what happened.”
“Exactly.” He dropped my hand, stepping up to the counter. He picked up the whisk and gave the mix a stir. “What is this?” He looked at me over his shoulder.
I moved to stand beside him. “Belgian waffle mix. I was making it for dinner. Well, more like a late lunch, I think. Wait, do you like waffles? If not, I can make something else.”
He shrugged. “I don’t know if I like them or not. I have never had them before.” He peered into the bowl then lifted the whisk. The batter dripped slowly off the end, landing back into the bowl with a plop. “I am not sure I will like it if it remains in its current state.”
I gave his frame a playful nudge. It felt like trying to nudge a solid block of concrete. He didn’t move in the slightest. Still, it felt good to try and play with him a bit. I had begun to think that Dax had not spent much time having fun even after he had gotten away from the Global Allegiance.
“You don’t eat it like this, my adventure seeking cyborg! I will cook it up and it will get all golden brown and fluffy and then comes the best part!”