Chapter 22: Breakfast

“You need some food?” Melinda said.

“Uh. I need to wake up before I know what I want.”

“You’re not awake after that?”

She climbed out of bed. Completely naked. As if she did this sex friend thing every day of her life. She pulled a robe on and Caleb was sad not to have her body on display.

“Awake, but not coherent.”

She laughed. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”

She shouldn’t have to feed him again. He pulled on his jeans, not bothering to button them. Melinda was in front of the stove. The sun was just peeking over the horizon. There wasn’t enough light to know what the day would be like yet.

“You don’t have to feed me.”

She laughed, glancing over her shoulder. “I’m not done with you and you need your strength.”

His cock twitched at that idea. “I’m going to have to go to work at some point.”

“I know. I do, too.”

She was making pancakes. Pancakes. What a mom. What was that joke about dating a MILF? The best part was the juice box the next morning. The thought made him chuckle.