the next morning
Anson stared at the heating tea pot. He wasn’t if sure he wanted to overanalyze every moment of the past twelve hours or if he wanted to breeze over them. He’d said some frankly horrifyingly embarrassing stuff to someone and that he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to live down. Especially considering he’d followed up with sleeping with them after. Which was a whole other thing. For the majority of his life he’d dated pretty girls with sweet smiles. Kingsley’s smile was more wicked than sweet and he certainly wasn’t a girl.
The whistle of the teapot jarred him from his conflicting thoughts. Falling back into thought he carefully poured two mugs and went to the pantry to figure out something for breakfast. In typical bachelor style it was more or less bare. After some digging he found a couple still good bananas. Hoping it wasn’t too tongue in cheek he grabbed them and the tea cups and made his way back to his bedroom. He stepped around two cats and pushed the door open dramatically. “Breakfast?”
