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“Uh-huh.”

I suppressed a strangled groan. Why was he here? What was this? We both knew I was lying. He knew I remembered. Was he just waiting for the perfect moment, maybe once I’d let my guard down a little, to inform me that I was a sad, desperate loser?

I don’t need to be informed of that, asshole, I thought viciously, tearing off a piece of burger and chewing angrily. I’m already aware.

“Hair looks pretty good.” Ewen nodded at my head. “Should probably get some toner on there before you dye it though. It’s a little brassy.”

I paused mid-chew to stare at him blankly.

“While it’s still damp,” he added in what I assumed was meant to be a helpful tone.

I swallowed my mouthful, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. “I’m aware. Thanks. Been bleaching my hair for years.”

“’Kay.” He shrugged, then leaned over to steal one of my fries, which for some stupid reason made my belly clench.

Flustered, I nodded at his half-eaten, bunless burger patty and said, “Assumed you didn’t eat carbs, seeing as you’re taking the buns off your burgers.”

“Sure I do. On training days. But I’m not training today.” He grinned at me and ate another stolen fry. “I trust you not to tell Hogbody that I indulged, handsome.”

I tensed and stayed silent, watching as he polished off his first burger then sat forward to reach for two more foil-wrapped sandwiches on the coffee table. My teeth sank into my lower lip as I ran my gaze over him, the burger I was clutching forgotten.

Below the cropped hem of his tee, I could see smooth, tanned skin. The dip of his spine. The twin dimples at the base of it. Then my gaze settled on the curve of his ass.

It didn’t look like he was wearing any underwear beneath those sweats.

My dick twitched, so I hurriedly looked away and stuffed my burger into my mouth. Ewen sat back with two bare patties stacked together in the foil, and I watched with mild disgust as he bit down and chewed.

“I don’t get how that’s any better for you,” I said suspiciously. “It’s still a tonne of red meat.”

He shrugged and said around his mouthful, “S’protein. Doesn’t matter where I get it from.”

I found my gaze flicking down to his ridiculous abs, and that line of dark blond hair descending from his navel under the waistband of his sweats.

Sweats that he definitely had nothing on underneath. The front view cleared that up instantly.

This was torture in a multitude of ways.

By the time we’d both finished eating, I felt simultaneously more relaxed and a million times more tense. He, thank fuck, hadn’t pressed the subject of last night again, but he was still here. In my house. Just… sitting there in his sweats and skimpy shirt. With his stupid abs all visible and his thick thighs spread wide in a domineering pose.

He crumpled up his foil wrapper with a sated sigh and tossed it onto the coffee table, then leaned back and stretched his arms along the back of the couch.

Almost like he was settling in. Getting comfortable.

I, on the other hand, was hunched up and growing fidgety and nervous. Extremely nervous. We no longer had the distraction of food, which increased the chances of him bringing up last night again.

I wondered whether I could will myself to barf that burger right back up if he mentioned it. Just throw up all over him so he never, ever talked to me again.

“Mind if I get a glass of water?” he asked, standing up from the couch and stretching.

His sweatpants slipped down a little. I saw a hint of dark blond pubic hair and whipped my gaze away, then back for a moment, then away again.

Then back for a second time.

“Uh…” He’d asked a question, right? I just couldn’t remember what it was.

“I’ll get you one too, kitten.” He grabbed our trash and sauntered around the couch. “You’re still looking a little pale. Well, paler than normal.”

“Don’t call me that,” I said weakly, but he’d already gone into the kitchen.