“No, I don’t,” she said just as her stomach growled.
I chuckled. “Yeah, you do.”
I knew she had a slim frame, but I wondered if she was too thin because she worked too hard and forgot to eat. She also drank a lot of coffee. I assumed it was to keep up with her work and other responsibilities. I didn’t want her to get sick.
“Are you saying I’m too thin?” she teased. “Is that why you can’t get enough of my body?”
My Spitfire.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
“And he says he’s not good with words.”
It was the truth. I didn’t have to look for words when it was so plain to see, when it was that simple.
Amused at both of us, I propped her on the kitchen island.
“You like my words?”
She nodded, her fingers playing with my hair. I dipped my head to kiss her, bit her bottom lip that I couldn’t get enough of.
“I do,” she said. “Let’s start with your physical attributes. You’re very, very attractive. I really, really like your hair. And your eyes. And your nose. And the way you bite your lip or your knuckles when you’re excited or just because. And your hard back muscles. Don’t forget about your forearm muscles. The sexy veins. And your hot body. And…”
I laughed. “You are hungry.”
“Well, make me something to eat then, chef.”
“All right. You have to let go of me first.”
“Make me,” she said.
I sucked my bottom lip in my mouth and stared at her. Her eyes widened. So she remembered that, didn’t she?
“Okay, okay.” She let out a nervous laugh, placed her hands on my chest, and nudged me back. “Sorry, that wasn’t an invitation. Food first. Food.”
“Fine.” I kissed her again before releasing her. I turned the lights on in the kitchen, then walked to the counter, where I found the plastic bags containing the stuff I’d bought for her at the service station and rummaged through it. She must have brought them in with her.
“I don’t know if you remember, but I don’t eat pork. Or beef. Or…” She raised her brows when I turned and looked at her. She pounded a fist on her chest. “Vegetarian lady here.”
“Of course, I remember.” I turned back to the groceries and pulled out the items and placed them on the counter. “I got you three cartons of eggs and a loaf of bread at the store.”
“Aw.” She let out a slow, sweet sigh behind me. “Wait, three? How long were you planning on keeping me here?” She laughed. A happy sound that made me smile. She was so damn cute. “Any cheese?”
“They didn’t have any. You like cheese?”
When she didn’t reply, I turned to look at her again.
“I love cheese. That time when you and I…in the bathroom. I’d just had the veggie lasagna from the cafeteria. It happens every time.”
I laughed softly. I didn’t think I’d ever forget that. “Why do you eat it then?”
“Are you kidding? It’s so freaking good it’s worth the pain. I’m going to die sometime in the future, and I don’t want to say I missed out on the good stuff.”
I shook my head at her, then went to find a pan. I didn’t normally cook, but I knew I’d bought one for emergencies. I’d stored it here somewhere.
“So…that girl in the bathroom. Was she the same girl who kissed you in the hallway?”
“I haven’t had sex since I met you.”