Luke only let out a soft, embarrassed laugh at the comment, his cheeks warm and his body now relaxed, knowing he wasn't causing trouble.  In truth, they'd worn each other out pretty equally...  Luke could feel it now, in his legs, between his hips, the satisfying ache of a good, hard fuck, but he wasn't going to share any of that with this new stranger, no matter if she broached the subject first.<br/><br/>When Precious said she wanted some, he nodded again and turned on the stove once more, doing his best to stay out of her way as she moved about.  She put away the groceries she'd brought, then removed the junk food from the cabinets; Luke said nothing, just discreetly watched out of the corners of his eyes.  Wouldn't Eddy be upset?  Was it actually hers...?  Again, not his business.  It was hard not to be curious, but he kept to the eggs and bacon, keeping them from sticking to the pan.<br/><br/>Another question, and Luke shrugged a bit, a freckled shoulder peeking out from the neckline.  He modestly adjusted the shirt, covering up the flash of skin; it felt wierd to be exposed now.  "Coffee, please.  Coffee's fine."<br/><br/>The eggs and bacon were near perfect, and Luke turned off the heat to let them rest and sizzle while he looked for plates.  As he searched, he glanced at Precious, unable to hide his intrigue.  "So you work for Eddy?  How long have you known him...?" There were lots of questions he wanted to ask, but he had to be delicate and not push too far.