I couldn't control my cringe because that sounded exactly like something my mother would say.
Ben laughed. "Yeah, I feel the same way. I want my furniture to be comfortable and not cost an arm and a leg. I don't want to be worried about spilling my drink or getting crumbs all over it. This is my house, not a museum."
"I totally agree. Though I draw the line at crumbs. Gotta clean those up or you get bugs."
He grinned and shook his head.
"I love your fireplace, too," I added.
"Thanks. Wanna see the rest?" he asked.
If it was anything like this living room, the answer was yes.
He showed me his office, the guest room with its own bath, and the spare room he'd turned into a gym. Well, I could understand now why his body was amazing. He had a lot of equipment in there.
Then, he stopped in front of a closed door at the end of the hall.
"What's in there?" I asked. "Your dungeon?"
Ben grinned. "Not quite. It's my room. I wasn't sure you'd want to see it."
"See it or do other things in it?" I took a step closer.
"Either. Both."
