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She scoffs. “Your selective hearing is acting up.”
“Oh, I heard you loud and clear. To be fair, I don’t think you could stand to live with me if I quit showering. And you’re the one who barged in onmein the bathroom earlier. How exactly was I supposed to stop you from checking me out while I was already so wet and lathered up and … naked?” I pause to watch her eyes glaze over, and it makes me ridiculously happy to think she liked what she saw.
“Nobody told you to spy on me while I lift weights in the garage either,” I add, pointing an accusatory butter knife at her, and she stares at it so hard that I worry for a second that she might actually lick it. I scold myself for the thoughts that cross my mind and return to sandwich duty.
“I had no choice but to barge in! I told you, I was already on the way to the bathroom before I realized it was occupied, but then I sneezed, and the nearest toilet became my only option if I wanted to avoid peeing on myself. And stop trying to change the subject!”
“Oh, so youwantto break the nudity clause and talk about me doing sexy stuff now?” I ask, a smile spreading across my face faster than I can cover the bread with jelly.
“Yes. It’s become a legitimate problem. One that begs to be addressed.”
“Begs? Really?”
“Okay, that was poor word choice.”
I turn and slide the fresh sandwich in front of her, trying not to smirk. “Fine. Just tell me which direction to go with this.” She narrows her eyes at me before I continue. “Am I supposed to be more or less sexy from here on out? Because, I gotta tell ya, babe, I’m just getting started. All you have to do is say the word, and I can lay it on thicker than that jam.”
She ignores me and picks up the sandwich. “If there’s anything wrong with this one, the only thing getting jammed around here is that butter knife in your neck.”
I purse my lips. “That took an unexpectedly violent turn. Good thing I decided not to use the jalapeño pepper jelly.”
“Dah ack-sh-lee shoundsh shorta good,” she says while chewing. Then she swallows, and I gulp along with her. “Maybe I’ll try it in my next inappropriate kitchen dream.”
She sighs blissfully before she takes a second bite, and my eyes are glued to her mouth. When she licks her lips, I do the same.
“Only if I can come too,” I mumble, staring hard.
Then she grunts and tries to articulate a muffled, “That’s what she said,” making me smile.
“Thirsty?” I ask after I realize how creepy I’m becoming. I grab the empty glass on the counter as she replies, “You have no idea,” and I turn quickly to the fridge before I say or do something else embarrassing.
“Thank you,” she says when I set the milk down in front of her.
“My pleasure, Agnes.”
“I mean it.” Her expression transforms into something more sincere. “For all of this.”
And the way she’s staring at me with that look of gratitude and adoration for making her a freaking sandwich while she’s literally growing my babies makes my stomach swirl with a dangerous combination of guilt and desire.
“And I mean it when I say I’d do anything for you.”
“You’re already spoiling me too much. I don’t know how I’ll survive on my own after this.”
“Maybe that’s the idea,” I say under my breath, and she frowns.
Then she chugs the milk and slams the glass on the counter when she’s done. “You haven’t shaved. Are you growing a beard?” she blurts out before she rolls her lips in, as if she’s embarrassed she asked.
I shrug as I rub my jaw. “Why? Do you think I should?”
“I guess it’s a little warm outside for that,” she begins. “But I suppose it would look okay on you.”
“Good to know.” My eyes search hers until she scrambles to her feet and turns to rinse her dishes in the sink.
And I don’t know what comes over me, maybe some false sense of confidence or plain old desperation, but I find myself walking over to stand behind her. I stretch my arms over her sides to brace myself against the sink and lean down to whisper in her ear.
“Tell me, Agnes. Does your spicy-dream boyfriend have a beard?”
She drops the glass in the sink, making a loud thud, and I watch as her chest heaves. She swallows hard before she answers.
