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Six~
     
    I wake before my alarm that I set on my phone; that’s a morning ritual. It’s fucking annoying. Silver is still holding me. I don’t think we ever moved all night. I haven’t slept this well in years. It’s been a long time since I woke up next to a man besides Levi. Jeff never stayed with me. He said Levi made him uncomfortable, so it was sex, a short snuggle, and he was out the door every time. That should have been my first clue. It’s nice to have someone hold me. I run my fingers lightly over the arm he has around me. His arms are covered lightly with dark hair. Such a turn-on. I really don’t want to wake him. I like the weight of his embrace. I can feel his slow soft breaths from his nose on my neck as he sleeps. He’s so different and attentive, not like anyone I’ve ever been with. I’m not used to this. My phone beeps again. Shit, why didn’t I turn off that alarm? I quickly reach over and turn it off, but it wakes Silver.
    “Morning.” I smile to him.
    “Good morning.” He pulls me back into his arms and kisses the back of my head. “Did you sleep well?”
    “Very.” I flip to face him. I can’t help gazing in those blue eyes of his. He really is handsome. I lean forward and kiss him. “How about you, did you sleep well?” His lips quirk up in a half smile.
    “I held you all night, Greyson. I’d say I slept magnificently.” Good answer, Silver. “What time do you have to be at work?”
    “In about an hour and a half, Jeff always makes me open with him.” I mention Jeff and his whole demeanor changes. “Shit, I don’t have a work shirt. Jeff is going to be pissed.”
    “Oh, Jeff won’t say anything to you at all. Believe me.” He’s confident in his words. “Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll have my chef prepare some breakfast.” He stands and walks over to his cell on the table. He must do everything by texting. Maybe that’s why he got me the new smartphone. I get up and start to dress in the clothes I had on last night. His eyes track my movement.
    “Are you watching me?” I flirt.
    “Yes,” he says and tilts his head to the side for a better view: my view.
    “You don’t have to work today?” I sit on the bed tying my Converse.
    “I work every day. I don’t even remember the last day I actually took off. I’m just going in later. I should get in the shower. Mac has your breakfast downstairs. I shouldn’t be long.”
    “Mac?”
    “My chef, he does have a name.” He smirks. “I’ll meet you downstairs.” I start to walk out the door and he stops me. He’s silent, but his eyes say everything. He leans in and gives me one small, but intimate, kiss.
    The kitchen is large and immaculate. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a kitchen sparkle as much. The chef, Mac, is just plating the food. “Good morning, Mr. Black.” Mac greets me by name. “Would you like to dine at this table or in the main dining room?” I’d eat on the couch if it was up to me.
    “Here’s good, thank you,” I answer still amused at the idea. He nods and pulls the seat out for me. This is too much. Mac brings two elegantly arranged plates. He places one in front of me and then the other at the adjacent chair, where Silver will join me.
    “Will there be anything else?” he asks as he pours two tall glasses of orange juice.
    “Uh, no, this is more than enough. Thank you.” He bows his head and exits the room. This is fucking unreal. Silver lives like this? I don’t know whether I like it or not, but the food looks good and I’m famished. I dig into the plate of eggs benedict, toast, and sausage. I’ve never had eggs like this before. I’m a simple man: scrambled or runny, as I like to call them, are usually it for me. Mmm… this is delicious.
    I’m enjoying my breakfast when I glance to the spiral stairwell and see Silver coming down. My mouth drops at the sight of him. He’s wearing a pair of casual khakis with a brown belt and a white dress shirt that is unbuttoned