“For fucks sake, put some clothes on! No one needs to see the defined muscles in your back, and legs. Not to mention that tight ass. Stop it Kass, just stop. He’s not interested!” I don’t speak loudly enough for him to hear. At least I'm pretty sure I didn't, because there wasn't a smart ass response. “He's not interested, and I'm not interested. It was one stupid kiss, one that wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t walked into my room uninvited. At least that’s what I'm telling myself over, and over again until I damned believe it.”
I can't let him get to me over the next couple of days. I can't let him get to me to at any time honestly.
“He’s not interested.” I mutter out loud to the empty room again. “I’m not interested.” I say out loud again to remind myself.
Fifteen minutes after he’s back in his room, I go knock on his door, and I'm not expecting him to answer, much less swing the door open, and I'm left standing there, ogling the man.
I swear, he’s carved out of marble as my eyes take in his muscled shoulders, arms, pecs, and abs. And, fuck, that trail of dark hair that disappears into the waist of his jeans is something else too. It promises all kinds of dirty things. Dirty things I shouldn’t be thinking about. Not now, not ever.
Movement of white cotton covering his torso breaks me out of my lustful haze.
Of course, he wants to cover up, he's not affected by me eye fucking him at all.
I turn away, and make my way back to the kitchen without a word.
Less than a minute later, he's joined me in the kitchen. We do this weird, silent dance around each other getting plates, utensils, salt, pepper, and other condiments like we’ve been doing it together for years.
Of course he knows where everything is kept, he’s been coming here with Max for years as well.
We reach for glasses at the same time, and I snap my hand back when I feel the zing of it touching his.
“I've got them,” he says, his voice low, his eyes not meeting mine.
“OK, cool,” I say, feeling like an idiot, but not knowing what else to do. I turn back to the bench, and ask, “Did you want to eat together? You don’t have to, it’s fine. Sorry I didn't ask earlier. I mean you don’t have to eat what I've cooked, I can have it forlunch, or dinner again tomorrow if you want to make yourself something else.”
“It’s fine, Kassie. Thank you for cooking for the both of us, I wasn't expecting it, but it was thoughtful of you, thank you. Again.” His voice is beside my ear. He’s so close I can feel his breath ghost across my ear, and cheek. “Did you want to watch a movie? I'm not forcing you to, you also have the choice to eat alone, if that’s what you want.”
“I don’t.” I shake my head.
“Then it’s your choice. Movie, or table?” He hasn’t moved yet, and I find it hard to think when he's standing this close to me.
“I, umm, a movie. A movie would be great,” I say, deciding that it would be the least awkward of the options.
“Movie it is then.”
I feel a coldness at my back where he was standing just a short minute ago. He’s already taken his plate, and is walking towards the couch.
I watch as he places his drink on the coffee table, gets himself comfortable on the couch, and kicks his bare feet up onto the table.
Blue jeans, white t-shirt, hair still damp from his shower, and bare feet!
I don’t know a woman alive who can resist that combination. Especially on a man she’s already attracted to.
“What do you feel like watching?” Bennett’s question pulls me out of my daydream.
“I don’t mind, whatever.”
“Don’t do that, Kassie. If there’s something you want to watch, tell me, and if I don’t want to watch it, we’ll find something that webothwant to watch. And I swear, if you agree to watch something just because I suggest it, you’ll regret it. Understood?”
“How about an action comedy?”
“How about a romcom?” he asks, not looking at me.
“Ninety percent of all stories have a romantic element to them, Bennett.” I roll my eyes, even though he’s not looking at me. “But no, I feel like some action, mixed with a laugh tonight..”
“Your wish is my command.” My body hums at the promise, but he’s only talking about movies, nothing else.
We scroll through page after page of movies, and finally find one that we both want to watch.
