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’… Morning, Jack?’
Jack closes his mouth and his eyes snap up to Bitty’s. He’s seen this beautiful man charmingly styled and sexily rugged. Memories of previous indecent thoughts had always flickered through his mind whenever they ended up talking at previous events.
But right now.
His mind can’t is failing to come up with one comprehensive thought.
He manages a faltering smile before ducking his head and sitting at the kitchen’s island counter. To stop his fingers from fidgeting he grabs the first magazine he sees and flicks to a random page. A few seconds pass, the sounds of Bitty moving around and Jack assumes he’s making coffee. The moment Jack manages to actually concentrate on the sentence he’s read over and over, he heard a muffled giggle. Something within him flickers and he feels warm as his eyes peer over the pages at the man leaning against the counter. Bitty cradles a mug and rests it against his chest.
‘I can never get used to seeing myself like that. Especially in the morning when my head isn’t even thinking about work.’
He brings the mug to his lips but doesn’t take a sip as he takes in Jack’s raised eyebrow in confusion. Bitty smiles and walks over to the island counter. He plucks the magazine out of Jack’s hands and turns the cover towards him.
‘Oh. Right. You…,’ Jack falters and looks down. He takes a breath and, when he raises his head, he grins, a little tiredly. ‘You look good.’
Bitty’s expression brightens and he smiles back. 'I sure hope so. How else am I going to buy the butter.’
He gives the magazine back and briskly turns back to the counter. He looks over his shoulder at, who hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away yet.
'Coffee, Mr. Zimmerman?’
Jack half-smiles and rests his chin on his palm.
'Yes, thank you.’