“Ah, you love me, and you know it. It ended with you being wrapped up in Lyla’s beautiful body so you can thank me later.” I feel Lyla shake with laughter in my arms.
“Just go,” I say, my lips twitching.
“Bye, Lyla,” Miles calls out as he heads to the front door. “If it doesn’t work out, I’m only a flight of stairs away.”
“Bye, Miles,” I yell back before she can answer, causing him to chuckle. When we are alone again, she finally lifts her head. I smile and shake my head. “He’s such a child half the time.”
“He’s definitely a handful, but I can’t help but like him. You can tell how close you and your brothers are. I noticed it right away at the wedding.”
“Yeah, we’re all real close. We like to mess around with each other, but in the end, I know they would do anything for me just like I would them.”
“Are you hungry? I made lasagna. A big slice is missing because of Miles, but I waited to eat with you.”
“You did?” I smile at her, happy she waited to eat with me.
“Of course. I also made you muffins for in the morning. I made extra when I got my order ready for tomorrow.”
“What flavor? No, wait…let me guess. Cinnamon and…” I lean down and breathe in her scent, burying my face in her neck again. “Apples.”
“How did you guess that from smelling me?” She giggles.
“Am I right?” She nods her head, and I grin. “I know my sweets…that, and I tasted the delicious cinnamon when I kissed you. The half-empty bag of apples on the counter gave away the rest.”
“You cheated,” she laughs, pushing me away playfully.
“And you just became my favorite person of all time because apple and cinnamon muffins are one of my favorites.”
She hops down from the counter, and I help her get the plates from the cabinet. “What is your favorite dessert? I don’t think I’ve asked you that yet,” she scrunches up her adorable nose in concentration.
“That’s an easy one. You.”
A blush creeps up on her cheeks, and I grin.
“Besides me, Romeo.”
“Well, that’s a hard one,” I say, scratching my head. “Nothing tastes as good as you.” I chuckle when she swats me playfully with the wooden spoon. “Okay…brownies. I could eat a whole pan if I didn’t have to share with anyone.”
“I’m pretty sure I could do the same,” she laughs, “especially if you start while they are warm from the oven.”
“God, yes,” I moan.
We take our plates to the table and eat while we tell each other about our day. It’s nice to have someone to come home to. I didn’t realize how much I was missing until I met her.
“Do you want a drink?” I ask her a few minutes later while drying off the last dish. I insisted on helping her do the dishes. I know technically it’s her job, but I’m not about to sit on my ass while she cleans up around me. My mom raised me better than that.
“Um…sure,” she says, glancing behind at me as she puts the plates away.
“I have wine, beer, bourbon, tequila…what’s your poison?” I ask, walking over to the bar against the wall.
“I’ll have whatever you’re having. I’m not picky.”
“You want bourbon?” I grin, knowing she’s going to change her mind.
“Sure. That sounds good.”
“You like bourbon?” I ask, surprised. I’ve never met a girl who likes bourbon. Usually, they like wine or something fruity.
“I do love a good bourbon every once in a while. Why does that surprise you?”
