I tell him no funny business because after last night’s explorations, I am a little sore. “Scouts honor,” he smirks, holding up his fingers in salute. As soon as he lathers up his hands and washes my chest, I know his scouts honor has taken a nosedive. So, after making sure I am nice and clean, twice, we are sitting on barstools at my tiny breakfast bar, our feet interlocked together, playing footsie. Fuck, I've missed him. “So, where are you taking me today? No half ass tours, I want the works” he says with a cheeky smirk, while downing a big mouthful of orange juice. Letting out a chuckle, I ask, “Okay bossy boots. How long have I got you for?” He takes a big bite of his pancakes, drowned in maple syrup, savoring every bite. “I need to be at the venue around three for sound check.” He takes another bite of his breakfast, licking his sticky lips and looking at me over his shoulder. I know that look. “I was kidding though. I would be more than happy to take another tour of my favorite sight, over and over again.”
