She arched her brows at him. “We’re not currently in the bedroom, so no bossing.”
“Okay, please sit here and admire me as I make you a delicious omelet and phenomenal coffee that will ruin you for other men.”
Nova laughed. “Are you sure you want the coffee and omelet to ruin me? Because what we did upstairs would be really hard to beat.”
Torin nipped her bottom lip before he moved away to grind coffee beans. “I want it all,” he said.
Nova watched as he emptied beans into the grinder. Before she could determine what she should say, he started it up and the noise was nearly deafening.
If she were being honest, at least with herself, she had to admit that what happened between them upstairs was beyond ruining her for other men. If sex with Torin was always like that, he would never be able to leave her. She would hound him. Hunt him down.
“What are you thinking?” he asked when he shut the grinder off.
“That you might not want me to become that obsessed with you. If you ever tried to break up with me, I’d make your life look like the wildest episode ofSnapped.”
He grinned at her. “You don’t scare me.”
“Not yet anyway,” she muttered, but he heard her and chuckled.
“Not ever.”
Nova didn’t bother arguing with him as he prepped the coffee maker and started it brewing. With that done, he went to the fridge and began pulling out the ingredients for an omelet.
Upstairs, his cell phone began to ring.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“I’ll go get it,” Nova volunteered, hopping off the counter.
“Thanks.”
She dashed upstairs. By the time she reached his phone on the nightstand, it had stopped ringing. She blinked when she saw it was already ten o’clock. Addie and the guys would be downstairs, getting ready to open.
When he scheduled their day off, Torin had also put them both on the closing shift tonight.
Nova carried the phone downstairs and found Torin had already diced part of an onion, sliced a few mushrooms, and was mincing a clove of garlic. He set the knife to the side when she held the phone out to him.
He opened his voicemails and jammed the phone between his shoulder and his ear to go back to mincing garlic.
Once he was done, he turned to the carton of eggs next to him. As he broke them into the bowl, one-handed no less, he took the phone from his ear and tapped the screen with his thumb.
“That was the agency that manages the rental of the apartment. They got someone in there early this morning, and it looks like it’ll be at least two, more like three or four, weeks before the repairs can be completed, and that’s not counting the time it will take to get an insurance adjuster out here to assess the damage.”
Nova leaned a hip against the island and crossed her arms over her chest. “I can still live there, right?”
“You could,” Torin said as he added salt and pepper to the eggs before beating them with a whisk. “But I wouldn’t recommend it. With our late hours on closing nights, you’d only get five or six hours of sleep before the crews would be coming in for repairs. It’s probably best if you stay with me until it’s done.”
“Stay with you?” she asked.
He glanced over at her. “Yeah, with me.” He grinned at her. “After this morning, we’ll probably be spending a lot of nights together anyway.”
He wasn’t wrong. In the first rush of romance, and sex haze, a lot of people spent as much time together as they could, devouring each touch and kiss.
Still, Nova had never lived with a man. Heck, since she moved out of her parents’ house, she’d never lived with anyone long term, not even a friend or roommate.
“I don’t know, Torin,” she hedged. “What we have, it’s…new. I’m not sure the additional stresses of living together would be a good idea.”
“Stresses? We work such long hours, the only thing I do when I get home is zonk out in front of the TV for an hour before I drag my ass to bed.” He paused. “Or drink a glass of wine or a beer with you before I do the same. Why would that change just because we’re both going to the same bed?”
