He shakes his head. “Nope. That’s where I get most of my recipes.”
“Never thought social media would be the place to turn for recipes,” I respond, kind of confused.
He picks up his phone and swipes open the app. “Oh, it’s amazing.” He turns his phone so I can see the screen. “I have tons saved.”
I take his phone from him and scroll on all the different ones he has saved. “Looks like I need to get on a better algorithm,” I joke.
We finish our meal, talking about the games he just played and Nolan.
I’m the first to stand. “Here, I’ll clean up.”
I reach for his plate, but he stops me.
“I got it.”
“You cooked. It’s only fair.”
“Then we’ll do it together. How about that?”
I lean over to give him a kiss, and he holds me there with a hum.
“Must. Clean. Kitchen,” he chants to himself, like he’s trying to talk himself into doing it.
I laugh. “Well, come on then.”
We both get to putting things away and cleaning everything else, making quick work of it, like we know what’s to come and we can’t get there fast enough.
I finish washing the last pan and hand it to him to dry, then turn off the water and dry my hands with another towel he has sitting there.
Anticipation races through me as I turn around and wait for him to put the pan away. He does, then stares at me with this look of hunger in his eyes that almost does me in.
He doesn’t speak as he walks toward me, lifting me up onto the counter and placing himself in between my legs.
“Is Nolan staying the night at your sister’s?” he asks, rubbing his hands up my thighs.
I bite my lip and nod, the tightness in my chest making it almost hard to breathe.
“I really like you, Christy,” he says, looking me right in my eyes. “I know I’m not around a lot, but as I’ve said, I want to see where we can take this.”
I have to fight the tears pricking my eyes that have seemingly come out of nowhere.
I pretty much gave up on dating. The thought of being with a guy had become so foreign, so impossible that I never thought I’d be here again.
When I don’t respond, he takes my curly hair and tucks it behind my ear. “Are you okay with that?”
I rub my lips together and nod.
“Can you not speak all of a sudden?” he jokes, pulling my body closer to his.
I shake my head with a slight chuckle.
He raises his eyebrows, like he’s waiting for me to say something.
“Kiss me.” I’m barely able to say the words.
He smirks. “Yes, ma’am.”
Our lips meet, and I swear fireworks explode throughout my body. Suddenly, I can breathe again, like he’s the only way I can get oxygen and it’s his mission in life to provide it to me.
