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As much as I want to know if Santi is as good in bed as I dream about, I can’t use him like that. It’s not fair to him.

Still, I did try and soak up some of the comfort he offered as he spooned me. I remember the words he whispered in my ear.

You’re gorgeous.

You’re the kindest person I know.

I can’t imagine anyone else more perfect than you.

I fell asleep listening to him speak my love language.

I cuddle into the blankets more, reaching an arm over to find him, but the bed is empty.

He’s gone.

Like they all will be soon.

I suck in a breath and try to will the tears to stay away. I can’t keep doing this.

A quiet knock at the door has me sitting up.

“Come in,” I call, my voice hoarse from all the tears.

When the door opens, I expect to see Liam or maybe Drake.

Instead, I find Ezra holding a tray of food.

“Can I come in?” He keeps his voice low.

I nod, pulling my legs up to my chest. He moves to sit at the end of the bed, putting the tray between us. It looks like it’s full of all my favorites. Pancakes with strawberries covering the top. Overcooked bacon, which is the best bacon. Diced potatoes next to scrambled eggs. The small glass cup of coffee even seems to be the right color, giving me hope that it tastes right.

“I made you breakfast.” He gives me a small, hopeful smile.

I frown at the bruise forming by his eye. I’ve never seen Ezra look so beaten down and broken. He’s not the dick that I went out with yesterday.

Whatever happened after I left them last night took its toll on him. I don’t want to feel bad for him, but I do.

“You didn’t need to, but thank you.”

He clears his throat. “I want us to be honest with one another, so for full transparency, Santi helped me cook it. I’m not the best in the kitchen.”

My eyes widen. “Really? You always seem to do okay when you pop into his segments.”

He snorts. “Yeah, well, Santi has trained me to be a great assistant but ask me to cook by myself and I’m a fish out of water.”

“Well, it looks delicious, and it’s the thought that counts. I’ll try and eat quickly, then get out of your hair.” I reach down to grab a piece of strawberry, but he slaps my hand lightly.

I frown, looking at him, but then he does the second thing of the morning to surprise me.

He reaches down, plucking the strawberry from the plate and holding it to my lips. I hesitate only a moment before pulling it in, letting my tongue lave at his fingers.

He groans. “Tempting. So very tempting.”

I hate how that sound makes my entire body heat up. As much as my mind and heart are hurt, my body still wants him.

“Yesterday, you asked me to leave. Why are you in here?” I ask, trying to keep us grounded.

He nods. “Can I be very frank with you without you getting even more upset with me?”