It surprises me enough that I glance at him.
He’s already looking at me.
Like he was waiting for it.
Like he didn’t expect it either, and now that it’s there, he doesn’t quite know what to do with it.
My chest tightens.
I look back at the screen too quickly, pulling the blanket tighter around me, trying to ignore the way that look lingers longer than it should.
And trying very hard not to think about how easy it would be to lean just a little closer.
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Dexter
It’s seven p.m., and we’ve just finishedIron Man 2. I glance at Lexy as she stretches, her back arching, eyes closed, and the sound she makes slips out soft and unguarded.
Something in me tightens before I can stop it.
Yeah. No.
I’m not going there.
Not thinking about her making that sound when…
Stop.
I drag a hand over my jaw and push the thought down, forcing myself to stand before it gets any further than that.
“Break before we watchThor? Or you want to continue tomorrow?” I ask.
I want to keep going, but sitting here like this, with her this close, isn’t doing me any favors.
“And do what?” she says, smug. “Knit?”
She laughs, looking entirely too pleased with herself. “Do I look like someone who knits to you?”
No. She looks like…
I cut that off before it can fully form and shake my head.
Focus.
“You look like Tinker to me,” I say instead, turning toward the fridge and finding it empty.
Right. We had sandwiches earlier and didn’t think past that.
“I’ll grab something from the bar kitchen downstairs,” I say. “Want anything in particular?”
She stands, crouching to pet Marvel, fingers disappearing into his fur as he immediately leans into her.
“You cooking for me?” she asks, glancing up.
I nod.
“Then surprise me,” she says, that smirk tugging at her mouth again.
