Sea Breeze 02 - Because of Low

up.
    “I’m sorry I stayed out all night. I didn’t mean to,” he whispered reaching out and clasping my hand in his. I didn’t allow him to snuggle up to me in bed. It never ended well. He’d get a hard on and start trying to feel me up. We’d tried a few times and I always ended up frustrated with him and threatening to sleep on the floor. I didn’t want things to get heated with us. Cage was my family. He’d never be anything more.
    “S’okay,” I muttered
    “Did you have a good evening? I saw you made pizza and left me a few slices in the fridge.”
    I nodded against the pillow.
    “Did Marcus eat with you?”
    I nodded again.
    “He isn’t like us Low. You know that right.”
    I knew what Cage was saying. Marcus was out of my league. He didn’t want me thinking there could ever be anything between me and his roommate. I was low class. Marcus was a rich kid.
    “I’m not stupid Cage.”
    “No you’re fucking brilliant. And a guy like Marcus would never get just how fucking perfect and brilliant you are. He’d never see past the other stuff.”
    I wanted to be mad at him but I knew he was right. If Marcus ever saw what I came from, what I was, he’d never give me the time of day.
    “I know,” I whispered into the dark.
    “I love you Low”
    “I love you too”
    “Then take this,” he said as he slipped a key into my hand and closed my fist over it. “I’ll be able to relax knowing you have a key. Please take it.”
    I didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure what to say. The fact was I wanted that key. It gave me a warped sense of reassurance that I would be able to see Marcus even more frequently.
    Within seconds he was softly snoring in my ear. I lay there staring at the ceiling. Fate wasn’t fair. It loved playing cruel jokes on me. Marcus Hardy was its new joke.

    I hadn’t expected Marcus to be awake when I walked out of Cage’s bedroom at seven in the morning. And I really hadn’t expected him to be standing at the stove cooking eggs and bacon.
    “Good morning,” I couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked cooking in a pair of sweats and t-shirt that covered his yummy chest I’d had a peek at last night.
    “I didn’t want you going to class hungry. So, I figured since I was up I’d go ahead and fix you something.”
    My heart melted a little. No one had ever made me breakfast. Not even my mother. Oh fate really did suck. Why did this amazing wonderful sexy guy have to be a freaking Hardy? Why couldn’t he be one of the guys from my neighborhood? Someone who understood the life I’d lived and didn’t judge me or see me differently because of it.
    “That’s really sweet.”
    He grinned and reached for a plate.
    “Then I believe my mission is accomplished.”
    Laughing softly so I didn’t wake up Cage, I walked over and took the plate he was offering to me.
    “I made coffee too. How do you drink it?”
    This was really too good to be true. I glanced back at the bedroom door and wondered if I was actually still curled up in bed asleep. This was more dream like than real world.
    “Sugar? Cream?” his voice broke into my thoughts and I turned my gaze back to him and smiled.
    “Both please, two teaspoons of sugar. And thank you, really. No one’s ever made me breakfast before. I’m kind of at a loss for words.”
    His smile deepened and there was something in his eyes I hoped I wasn’t imagining. The interest was there. I could see it. Was it because he thought I was easy?
    “You’re welcome and if you keep looking at me like that I may become your personal chef.”
    I covered the giggle I couldn’t control. He was quite possibly the most charming guy I’d ever met.
    His eyes got serious a moment and I watched as he reached out and touched my cheek almost reverently.
    “I really like your dimples,” he whispered.
    The heat rose up my neck so fast and flooded my face I knew I had to look like a red berry. I hated my fair skin.
    “Go sit down and eat Low, please.”
    I obeyed without question.
    I was on my second bite of eggs when he sat down across from me at the table.
    “What class do you have today?”
    I swallowed and took a drink of coffee to wash it down before responding.
    “Calculus”
    He grinned, “If you need any help, math is my thing.”
    I needed help but I doubted I’d be able to stop smelling him and ogling him long enough to pay attention to the words coming out of his mouth.
    “Thanks”
    He nodded and took a drink of his