“The risotto.”
“What about it?”
“It’s going to burn.”
I pull back far enough to turn off the burner without actually letting go of her. “Fixed.”
“Efficient.”
“I’m a problem solver.”
She laughs, and I swallow the sound with another kiss. Her hands slide under my shirt, nails scraping lightly against my abs. I groan, and she smiles against my mouth.
“You’re dangerous,” I mutter.
“You’re one to talk.”
I lift her onto the counter, stepping between her legs. She wraps them around my waist immediately, pulling me closer. Her cap falls off, and I thread my fingers through her hair, angling her head for better access.
“We should eat,” she says, even as her hands map the muscles of my back.
“In a minute.”
“Reece.”
“Ava.” I kiss along her jaw, down her neck. “Food can wait.”
“You’re impossible.”
“You’re into it.”
She is. I can feel it in the way she arches into me, the way her breathing has gone ragged. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and I nip at her collarbone, earning another one of those sounds I’m quickly becoming addicted to.
My phone buzzes on the counter beside us.
We both ignore it.
It buzzes again.
And again.
“Someone’s persistent,” Ava murmurs, but she doesn’t stop kissing my neck.
“Not important.”
Another buzz and then two more in quick succession.
Ava pulls back, frowning. “You should check. Could be your coach.”
“It’s not Bishop.” I reach for my phone without looking, intending to silence it.
Ava’s faster. She grabs it first, glancing at the screen. Her expression shifts. Shutters close so fast I almost miss it.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing.” She hands me the phone, sliding off the counter. “Your ex is chatty.”
I look at the screen. Five notifications fromInstagram. All from Lena.
