I pull open the door, and Cash is standing there in all his glory.
And oof, what a glory it is.
Tall. Broad. He leans against the door, filling the space. Cash has a presence about him that I can’t get used to.
“You just going to stand there, or are you going to let me in?”
“Oh, sorry.” His voice startles me as I open the door for him to walk in.
Cash brushes by me on his way inside. He smells like fresh soap. A smell I’ve never noticed before, but that fits him.
Clean. Efficient.
Just like everything he does.
My apartment seems smaller with him in it. He shrugs out of his jacket and I drink my fill.
A tight black T-shirt clings to his muscles. The gray joggers he’s wearing hug his strong thighs.
He toes out of his tennis shoes and pushes them against the wall.
God, he really is the sexiest man alive.
And I hate that I keep thinking that every time I’m around him.
“So, what are we making tonight?” Cash rests his forearms on the small counter space that I have.
“We’re baking cookies.”
“What kind?”
“Chocolate chip.”
He smirks. “Why not shortbread?”
“Look at you paying attention.”
Cash walks around the counter and pulls me close to him. “I pay attention to you, Princess.”
I get lost in his eyes. Big, brown pools that are open to me. They are telling me everything I need to know about this man right now.
That he’s feeling things for me. Things I’malsofeeling for him.
Neither of us makes a move to leave the other’s arms.
“We should get started.” Cash’s voice is deep. Deeper than I’ve ever heard it. I want to hear it whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Calling me Princess as he sinks inside of me.
I shake the thoughts from my head and turn to the pantry. “Let me get you an apron.”
“An apron?”
“I don’t want you making a mess.”
I grab the purple apron covered in macarons and drape it over Cash’s neck. I reach around him to tie it, letting my fingers linger on him.
“How do I look?” He cocks an eyebrow at me. Brown hair falls over his eyes.
A giggle escapes me as I take him in. “You look ridiculous.”
