I poked my bottom lip out. “Aww, thanks so much. And thanks for the boxing gloves. Are you going to be my workout partner?”
Nash’s eyes darkened as he raked his eyes down my body. “Oh yeah? I’ll for sure be your partner. Something smells good in here. Are you making a seafood boil?” He widened his eyes with excitement. That had me walking up to him, taking us both by surprise, to kiss his lips gently.
“Yes. I’m making a seafood boil. Since this is our first at-home date, I said I’ll cook something. What better way to do it than to have a seafood boil? It’s something both of us love.”
“Yeah. You’re right. Do you need help with anything?”
I shook my head and walked toward the kitchen with him on my trail. “No. I got it.” It would take me a while to drink the wine, since I wasn’t a big drinker. It’d probably be an occasion wine to drink when I was with him.
“I’ll just sit here and talk to you then.” He sat down at the island and pulled his cell phone from his pocket.
“I’m fine with that.” I put the wine in the refrigerator and went to wash my hands at the sink. “What did you do after we got off the phone?”
“I took a nap. I hope you did the same.”
I nodded and went back to cutting the onions for the butter sauce I’d be making. While I cooked, we made small talk. Nash even got up and fixed us a glass of wine. He’d come close to me, letting his middle touch my ass. The feeling had aroused me to the point that my panties were wet.
“What the hell?” he mumbled and jumped up.
I turned to see what his problem was. Pinks came into the kitchen and stood near the kitchen island where he was.
I giggled. “That’s Pinks. She’s just coming to be nosy. She knows she’s not supposed to be in my kitchen. Go back in the room, Pinks.”
She lifted her head to look up at me and turned away. I shook my head at her.
Nash reclaimed his seat. “Oh, wow. You have her trained.”
“It took time, but yes.”
By the time we sat down to eat, I was famished. I hoped Nashton liked my cooking. Although it tasted good to me, I had no idea if he’d like it too. He grabbed my hand in his, and we bowed our heads for me to bless the food. Once the food was blessed, I opened my bag, my mouth watering from all the seasons that hit my nose at once.
“I hope you like it,” I rushed to say when he picked up a shrimp to peel.
He winked. “I’m sure I will. Everything looks good, by the way.”
I beamed with my heart in my throat. “Thank you!”
I wasn’t about to touch my food until he told me what he thought of it. I have never been as nervous as I am right now for someone to try my food. My stomach growled, letting meknow I needed to eat something. Nash popped the shrimp into his mouth and chewed slowly. I wondered if he knew I watched him with anticipation. He needed to hurry and tell me what he thought of the food.
“What do you think?” I couldn’t help myself. I had to ask.
He lifted his eyes to meet mine and smirked. “Baby, I only ate one thing. Gimme time.”
Nash had a point, but I was eager to know. I sighed with relief and started eating my food. I guess I had to wait to see what he thought. We ate in silence for a while, and it killed me. I was never the type to be impatient, but damn, he should know if he liked it or not.
“You can stop worrying. It’s good,” Nash stated.
I dropped my head and picked it back up. “I wasn’t worried,” I mumbled, knowing that was a lie.
He reached for a napkin to wipe his mouth. “Yeah, if you say so. You shouldn’t doubt what you do. If you said you cooked the hell out of your food, stand on it.”
“The thing is… just because I think my food is good doesn’t mean everyone else will think that too.”
“I like it. You did an amazing job. Now, one of these days, you need to taste mine.”
I smiled at him. “I’m down for that.”
After we had finished eating, we moved into the living room with our glasses of wine. We sat down on the couch, and I reached for the remote that was on the coffee table.
