Although Mohinder noticed the small pause in her eating, he didn’t dwell on it, and considered his theory correct - she’d never had anyone be this nice to her before. The poor woman had been through hell and back and if he could provide at least a little comfort, it was totally worth it. Pleased with himself, he continued to eat without a single care in the world… until she spoke again.
Now it was his turn to stare like a deer caught in headlights. What did she mean exactly? It was tough figuring out the first part while being distracted by the last sentence. When he had decided he would allow her to set the pace of the relationship, he wasn’t quite expecting it to move this fast! Tongue licked at his lips to ensure there wasn’t any misplaced toppings as eyes scanned the kitchen counters, lost in thought. Thought that pulled heat into his cheeks. No. Surely she wasn’t serious?
Finally he was able to form words, sentences even. “You do not have to thank me for breakfast. It was my pleasure.” But what if she didn’t mean it literally? Setting down his fork, he turned to face her and leaned in, showing a serious expression and tone that matched. “I do not usually move so fast in relationships, but for you, I would make an exception.” There was no way he would lose another special woman by making the wrong choices. “Just know, no matter the pace, I’m in this for the long haul.”
Now he watched, uncertain of what to expect. The suspense made time stand still as well as his breath. His face was so close that the scent of her perfume filled his senses, tempting him to put an arm around her. And so he did, thoughtfully and comforting. Hopefully she knew that she didn’t have to push the relationship into second gear unless she truly wanted to. Mohinder never expected anything like that. If anything, he would have been content with kissing and possibly cuddling up… At the same time, he didn’t mind one bit pleasuring her right there in the kitchen if that was what she truly desired.