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I was kind of nervous as I walked over to Dan’s. I just figured he might want a distraction, but maybe he wouldn’t want to hang out with me. Outside of fucking, anyway, and I doubted he was in the mood for sex after that ordeal. But if he didn’t want me there, he could just tell me. I’d get it.
I knocked on the door and shifted the bags in my hands anxiously. After a while, Dan opened it and blinked in surprise, then grinned at me.
“Hey, kitten.”
“Hey.” I wet my lips nervously and held up one of the bags. “Want to dye my hair again?”
His grin widened. He stepped back to let me in. “Sure.”
“We could dye yours too,” I said as I walked into his house for the first time. “If you want. To celebrate the fact that you still have all of it.”
He chuckled, closing the door behind me as I looked around. The layout was identical to mine, but his decor was more rustic. It smelled really good, and it was clean and tidy. I instantly felt bad for assuming he might be a slob.
“I’m good, kitten.” Suddenly, he was wrapping his arms around me from behind and dipping his head to kiss my neck. “Thanks for comin’ over. And thank you for saving me earlier. I really appreciate it.”
“Um, I—It’s okay.” I was a little flustered, my belly fluttering. He was warm and smelled amazing from his recent shower, wearing only a pair of shorts slung low on his hips.
He took the bags from me and stepped back as I turned to face him. Huffing in amusement, I reached up to gently rub his cheek with my thumb, where there was still a very faint outline of a dick.
“Those fuckers.”
He grimaced and started walking into the kitchen, so I followed. “I feel a little bad that they’re getting fired.”
“Don’t,” I said immediately with a frown. “They’re assholes. They can’t do that and just keep getting away with it.”
“I guess.” He sighed and set the bags down on the counter. “What’s in these? It can’t all be hair stuff.”
“Oh, um…” I walked over to join him. “I just, uh, got some snacks and stuff. In case you wanted to forget about your intense wrestler diet for today.”
He looked down at me and smiled, then slid his hand onto my back as he dipped his head to kiss my cheek. “Thanks, Rafe.”
“S’okay,” I mumbled, heat crawling up my neck as I got busy pulling stuff out of the bag.
Dan chuckled when I revealed two big bags of tortilla chips. “You eat these a lot, huh?”
“Yeah. I’m kind of picky with food,” I admitted. “Used to annoy the shit out of my mom. When I know I like something, I just tend to stick with it.”
“I get it.” He kissed my temple and stepped away to open a cabinet.
“Uh, I got beer.” I pulled a six-pack out. “Shall I put it in the fridge or do you want one now?”
“We can have one after I’ve done your hair.” He grinned over at me, setting a big bowl on the counter and opening a bag of chips to pour them in.
I stared at it silently, fidgeting with the six-pack.
He remembered that I didn’t like eating from the bag?
Flustered, I turned and opened the fridge. “Uh, so, are you the same? With food?”
“Nah, I’ll eat anything,” he said easily. “Oh shit, is this the ball sauce?”
My brows pinched as I shut the fridge door and looked over, before I laughed when I saw him holding my jar of hot sauce.
“Yeah. I like dipping chips into it.” Then I cringed and scrubbed a hand over my face. “Jesus, I can’t believe I was so close to dipping my balls into that stuff.”
“Can’t be that hot, right?” He popped open the lid and lifted it to his nose to sniff, then quickly pulled it back as his eye twitched and he coughed a little.
Chuckling, I walked back over to reach into the bag. “I got you salsa.”
