Melanie could barely lift her eyes from her cereal bowl as Adam moved around the kitchen, making his breakfast with deliberate ease.
It was painfully obvious that he was putting on a show—stretching just a little too much, lingering by the counter longer than necessary, giving her every opportunity to take in the sight she had determinedly overlooked the night before. As if he was making sure she noticed.
"Shameless," she thought again, pressing her spoon into the soggy cereal as if that would somehow distract her.
But even as she mentally scolded him, she knew she was no better.
Because, ultimately, the second he turned his back towards her, she was staring, her gaze shamelessly tracing the curve of his muscled back, the way his boxers clung low on his hips.
Maybe he was flaunting it. But she was definitely enjoying it. Though she really wanted to stare at the front.
"I can feel your gaze, you know." Adam spoke up, his back still to her as he cracked the eggs into a bowl.
