“So that’s not all?” He chuckled.
I shook my head and pointed at the oven.
“Well, I’m not going to say no to lunch.”
“Okey dokey.” I smiled. “You go shower and I’ll plate the food.”
Dare raised an eyebrow again.
“Are you saying I smell?”
My eyes popped wide open, and I gasped.
“Oh my God. No. That’s not?—”
“Relax.” He laughed. “I was kidding. I do need a shower.”
I almost breathed a sigh of relief, but I didn’t. Because I was still an idiot. And too forward for my own good.
“I guess I took your advice a little too much to heart.”
“What advice?” he asked.
“Make myself at home?”
He smiled.
“I’m glad you did.” He patted my shoulder sending a new wave of sensations through my body and walked away. “Oh, just give me a small slice. I want to leave plenty of space to try all these.”
He pointed at all the baked goods with so much enthusiasm that…that made my heart skip a beat. I guess I was that pathetic kind of person who could melt into a puddle just because someone wanted to eat my food.
When he appeared again, his hair was wet and his face flushed, and I’d be damned if he didn’t look ten times sexier like that.
I had to force myself to look away, to focus on the food, before I did something stupid and took a bite out of him.
We both sat at the dining table and had the quiche with some salad but as soon as he was done, he pushed his plate back and dove into the muffins.
His face looked orgasmic after the first bite and his eyes rolled back after the second.
“My God, Zach. This is far too good for my own health.”
I tried to laugh. I wanted to laugh, but I was far too focused on the tiny bit of lemon curd stuck in the corner of his lips. I wanted to lick it. I wanted it lick him. I wanted to feel his body against mine as he moaned and ate more of my food. But that would be a wild thing to do. Good thing I was too cowardly to act on my thoughts, and I stayed strapped in my chair.
“A muffin a day keeps the doctor away is what I say,” I managed to croak before the silence got too awkward.
“I like that saying,” he said and I laughed.
The tickle in my throat returned, shifting my laugh into a coughing fit.
Dare rushed to my side and patted my back.
“Are…are you okay?” he asked.
Damn. Why did he have to be so considerate and sweet?
“Yeah. I’m good. I think maybe I’m coming down with a cold. Nothing a tea can’t fix.”
“Are you sure?”
