Chapter 196
Waking up Sunday morning was a painful experience. I stomped into the kitchen, prepared to snarl at anyone that got between me and coffee. I flung open a cupboard, grabbed a mug, and did a double take.
The paintbrush on the counter was back to its original color.
"I'm guessing you heard our little chat?" Kane braced his hands at the top of the door-frame, leaning into the kitchen. His lime green pajama bottoms slid a tantalizing smidge down his hip and his bare chest showed off his perfect six-pack and the barbell jewelry in each nipple. His spiky hair was a bed-headed snarl. "Stop objectifying me. It'll only depress you that you can't have any of my magnificence." He slapped his rock-hard abs.
I mustered up a weak smile, worried that my relationship with Kane had been damaged by Rohan being a jerk. "About last night. I'm - "