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“Yeah, sure.”

He picked up the bag from the counter and came over, dropping it on the table and taking a seat next to me.

The scent of baked pastries wafted from it.

I blinked. “You’re giving me a bag full of desserts?”

He smiled. “Check and see.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”

I held out my hand and picked up the bag, peering inside it curiously. I shot him a perplexed look.

“Donuts and Ben & Jerry’s green apple ice cream?”

I shrugged. “You’ll thank me later.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “I doubt it. It’s more like I’ll spend my night in the bathroom with number three.”

“Number three?” I nodded. “What the fuck is number three?”

I blushed, silently cursing myself.

“Um, just forget it. It’s a joke between my siblings.” My siblings and I gave our bodily fluids numbers. Number three was a major diarrhea, and definitely too much information to share with a man. Never mind a hot man. “I didn’t know Ben & Jerry’s had green apple flavor?”

Which I would definitely not be eating.

Tyran smiled proudly. “I had them make it especially for you.”

My brows furrowed and I shot him a confused look. “Why?”

“Because you smell and taste like green apples.”

“No I don’t.”

I pulled a strand of my hair to my nose and sniffed it. It didn’t smell bad, but definitely not like green apples.

“Let me be the judge,” he said, his voice somewhat raspy. “Now eat.”

“I’m not eating ice cream, especially at this time of night.”

I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but I also didn’t want to risk number three for the remainder of the night. Yeah, major turn-off and embarrassment.

“I’ll have the donuts though,” I added cheerfully. “I haven’t had one of those since…”

“Since you left the States.” He pulled out the box, opened it, and handed me one. “Eat.”

“Glazed donuts, huh?” I said, reaching for it. “You trying to get me fat so no other man wants me?”

“I’ll want you,” he said, exasperated. “I’m the only one that matters to you now.” I looked at him, incredulous. Did I hear him right or was I imagining things? “Eat, or I’ll be forced to hand-feed you, blondie.”

I chewed on my lip, the image not repelling at all.

Before I could cave in to temptation and let him feed me, I took the donut and bit into it. My eyes fluttered shut and I moaned. Dammit, I had forgotten how delicious these little round things were.

“Good?” Tyran asked, his voice smug.

I opened my eyes. “God, it’s delicious.”