Thatwould probably help me feel better.
It’s my turn to sigh. “Did you sleep okay?”
“I did, actually.” He stands to his full height. His faded jeans hug his thick thighs, and he’s donned his soft plaid shirt over his tee.
I can’t believe I can actually feel a tingle of lust.
He closes the distance between us. “How about you?”
“I… I did.” I pause. “It felt good.” I don’t want to tell him that it felt good because he was there. He made my bed feel safe and secure. I lift my chin and show my teeth in a smile. “Would you like breakfast before you go?”
“Yeah. I’m hungry.” He pauses. “But I’m not leaving.”
“Oh my God. Are we going to do this again?”
“Yes, apparently we are.”
“Don’t you have things to do? Hockey to play? Practice?”
“Yeah,” he admits. “We have a practice at noon today.”
“Then you have to leave.”
“Let’s go eat.”
I trail behind him to my kitchen. It’s as if he lives here and knows his way around now. “I probably don’t have much that you’ll enjoy.”
“What does that mean?”
“My mom bought me all healthy stuff.”
He shoots me an amused glance. “You think I don’t eat healthy?”
“Oh. Right. But you’re a big guy. And I don’t eat carbs,” I remind him. “So I don’t have any bread or cereal.” I pause. “Not that it matters.”
“Huh.” He opens my fridge. “I saw eggs in here last night. We can do that.”
He’s taken over my kitchen so I sit on a stool and watch as he beats eggs, shreds cheese, and sautés the pre-cut veggies my mom bought—peppers, onions, mushrooms. “Do you like to cook?”
“I don’t mind it. I was going to take a cooking class but it’s hard with my schedule.”
“Well. That’s cool.”
“I needed some hobbies.”
“You don’t have hobbies?”
He shrugs. “Not really. TV. Video games. Working out. Hanging out with the guys.” He doesn’t look at me. “What about you? What do you do in your spare time?”
I snort. “Spare time? What spare time?” Then I pause. I’ll have lots of free time now. Nothingbutfree time. The idea makes me feel like I’m spinning in a tornado, out of control.
“Oh, right. You’re a workaholic.”
I roll my eyes. “No, I’m not. I’m just dedicated.”
“Uh-huh. Okay, what would youliketo do, if you had spare time?”
I study the subtle pattern of the stone countertop. “I love shopping in thrift stores.”
