I lift my head and meet his eyes. “Would you rather watch me eat instead? I heard some guys are into that fetish…”
He scratches his cheek. “Hm, yeah. Tyler warned me you were a smart-ass.”
I smile widely at the compliment and playfully poke his shoulder. “And it’d be best if you didn’t forget it.”
After I ask him what temperature he’d like his steak, I get to work in the kitchen. An hour later, we’re both full and satisfied from the impromptu feast I made. We talked some while we ate, but he’s guarded with his past. I don’t push him and am okay with what he’s comfortable sharing.
“That was the best meal I’ve ever had,” he tells me as he rinses the dishes.
“Wait till you taste my dessert.”
“W-What?”
“Oh my God, that sounded way more s****l than it should’ve. I meant the cake I’m baki
