#Chapter105
The Party
I woke up to the smell of bacon. After climbing out of bed, I hobbled downstairs to the kitchen. Ryan was at the stove in only his sweats, cooking.
I climbed onto a chair at the island and watched him. I could see the definition of muscles in his back and shoulders. I was admiring his physique when he was putting the food on two plates.
I was drooling; Ryan walked over, placing a plate in front of me and one in front of him. He took a bite of food and said, /"You know you didn’t have to come down here. I would have brought you breakfast in bed./"
/"If I don’t get up and move around, my legs become stiff,/" I said as I swallowed some eggs.
/"But I love carrying you,/" he commented.
/"I love that you love to carry me, but I also like to walk,/" I reminded him as I ate.
/"I won’t win this argument, will I?/" He asked me.
/"No,/" I answered.
He leaned over and gave me a soft kiss.
