Spicy Desires: Love on Two Wheels and a Plate

Breakfast

The morning light came through my window, waking me up earlier than usual. I felt foggy from the restless sleep, where dreams of Brett and the lake played over and over. I stretched, the memories of last night made my heart race just thinking about them.

I rolled over and checked my phone—no messages yet, but I knew Brett would reach out soon. He always kept his word. A small smile crept onto my face as I thought of his parting words, how he had kissed my forehead so softly, even after the intensity of everything else.

Shaking off the grogginess, I got up and headed to the kitchen, deciding coffee was the only thing that would help me feel more grounded. As I waited for the coffee to brew, my mind drifted to how comfortable Brett made me feel. Despite his possessive nature, I felt a strange sense of safety and comfort with him, like he'd protect me at all costs.

A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat. I look down at my PJs grab my robe and walk to the door. I opened it to see Brett standing there, his bike jacket slung over one shoulder holding it with two fingers and a smirk on his face. His eyes raked over me, and I was suddenly aware of how disheveled I must look in my robe.

"Morning, princess," he said with a low voice and teasing tone.

"Morning," I replied, with a smile
"You're up early."

"Couldn't stop thinking about you." His forwardness made my cheeks warm. He walked forward, "I figured I'd ask how you slept. You seemed like you were tired, did you sleep last night?"

I swallowed my spit, "I slept okay," I lied, but Brett raised an eyebrow at me.

"Liar," he said, as he leaned in closer, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear, his fingers softly brushing against my skin. "You were thinking about me too, weren't you?"

I opened my mouth to deny it, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, I nodded,

Brett chuckled softly, clearly pleased. He stepped back slightly.

"Good," he said.

I shook my head, still trying to keep up with his bold cocky attitude. "What are you doing here so early?"

"Thought I'd take you out for breakfast," he replied easily, "Figured we could spend the day together."

I hesitated, not because I didn't want to, but because being around him made everything feel so intense. "Brett, I—"

"No excuses, Ali," he interrupted "I want you with me today. Let's just see where it goes, yeah?"

I nodded again, knowing full well I couldn't resist him even if I tried. "Okay. Let me get dressed."

Brett's smirked. "Don't take too long, princess."

With one last look at him, I rushed back to my room.

I hurried into my room, My hands shook slightly as I picked through my closet, the thought of spending the entire day with Brett making me more nervous than I cared to admit. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a simple top.

*What are you getting yourself into?* I thought as I pulled on my shoes.

When I walked back out, Brett was leaning against the doorframe of the hallway, his eyes immediately looking at me. He straightened up his back when he saw me, his smirk fading into something softer, "You look good, Ali."

"Thanks," I mumbled, feeling my cheeks starting to heat up again.

He reached for my hand, pulling me gently toward him. "Let's get going. I know just the breakfast place."

We stepped outside, and the early morning sun shone a golden light. Brett led me to his bike and handed me the helmet like he had the night before.  As I fastened the strap, Brett watched me closely, his eyes softening as he smiled.

Pulling me to him after putting on one himself he double-checked my straps for a moment before getting on the bike he held out his hand for me to take.

Once I was on the bike I wrapped my arms around his waist, and I leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body through his jacket.

We pulled up to a small diner on the outskirts of town, one I'd never been to before. Brett helped me off the bike, his hands lingering on my wais.

We take our helmets off and he wipes my crazy hair down with a soft chuckle.

Inside the cozy diner, the smell of coffee and fresh pancakes filled the air.

Brett led me to a booth by the window, and as we sat down, I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes never seemed to leave mine.

"You're quiet," Brett said after a moment.

I shrugged. "Just... thinking."

"About what?"

I hesitated, unsure if I should be honest or play it safe. "About you," I said softly,

Brett reached across, his hand covering mine. "Good. Because I'm thinking about you too, Ali."

I looked up, meeting his gaze. There was no smirk this time.

Before I could respond, the waitress came over to take our order, breaking the moment. We placed our orders, and as soon as she walked away, Brett's eyes were back on me.

"You don't need to be nervous around me, you know," he said after a pause. "I'm not going to rush you into anything. I just want you to feel comfortable with me."

I nodded, swallowing my spit. "I know. It's just... you make me feel things I'm not used to feeling."

Brett's smile returned, "Good. Because I feel the same way."

The rest of breakfast was perfect our discussions flowed naturally as we talked about everything from music to our favorite TV shows.