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"You hardly know me and I've taken over your home and had Crow thrown in, too, who you know and like even less than me. That's kind of overstepping in my mind." I laugh awkwardly.
"I like having you here, and it's not that I don't like Crow. I just find it difficult. We're very similar even though we may not outwardly seem it, and it's just a conflict of interest with us both wanting you,” he tells me earnestly.
We met through a proposed marriage deal and since I had been so honest with him about my feelings for Crow, I wasn't expecting him to feel much of anything for me other than friendship at most. Hearing him say he's interested in me, wanting me, makes my stomach do flips and my heart race and pound so loud I'm practically certain he can hear it.
"You don't need to say anything, I know that was me overstepping." He chuckles as he rubs his hand along the back of his neck.
"It's not overstepping, I just don't know what I want, and I don't want to pretend otherwise and make this worse,” I tell him honestly.
"I get that. Crow text me about the letter from Gray,” he says, changing the subject. "I've got some men looking for him, hopefully it won't be long until he's back home with you."
"Thank you, I appreciate you trying to help." I do. He doesn't have to help me and yet he is, so willingly, expecting nothing in return.
"OK, this is too tense, I can't deal with this. Do you want to bake a cake?"
"A cake? You want to bake?" I blurt out with a laugh as I watch him walk into the kitchen and begin getting ingredients out of the cupboards.
"Yes. I hate tension, it drives me nuts, so we're going to bake a cake,” he tells me firmly, a small smile highlighting his beautiful features.
"Sure, why not." I giggle as I stand beside him and watch as he weighs out just the right amount of butter and mixes it with the eggs.
"How about you bake and I watch? You seem to be a pro,” I joke, watching on at the face of concentration he's making as he weighs out the perfect amounts of each ingredient.
He stops what he's doing before looking at me in mock disapproval.
"Only if you tell me something interesting while I'm waiting. Something no one else knows." A bribe. I see. I can do that.
"A secret for a secret, I'm not trading any of mine without getting one back." I smile, watching as he contemplates my offer before nodding his head, encouraging me to continue.
"OK, change of plan, how about truth or dare?" he asks before I have chance to say anything, looking mischievously suspicious as he smiles at me knowingly.
"Fine, but I get to go first,” I insist.
The cake mixture is ready to be placed in the tray, which he does just as delicately as everything else he's done thus far.
"OK, go for it. Ladies first, I can handle that,” he tells me as he offers me the spoon with some cake mixture on. I take it eagerly while I ask him truth or dare.
“Dare," he says confidently as he takes the spoon back and places some more of the cake mixture onto it before handing it back to me.
"I dare you to strip and run outside in your boxers,” I tell him seriously. I expect a fight. What I don't expect is for him to hand me the spoon back with more of the cake mixture on it and begin stripping in front of me immediately. No hesitation, though if I had a body like the one in front of me I'm not sure I'd be hesitating to show it off either.
And, boy oh boy, do I thank myself for daring him to strip. He is as delicious as the cake mixture I'm currently devouring. He's toned - everywhere. Like, literally everywhere. His neck and his shoulders are bulky, leading to more muscle beneath his crisp shirt. I should totally play truth or dare more often.
"Just a light jog, is it?" he asks as he walks towards the front door. I nod, distracted by the rippling muscles moving and contouring under his skin.
Within seconds, he's out the door. I rush to the window, intrigued to see if he'll actually go outside and find myself surprised that he does. Not only is he practically naked, letting his manhood swing free (or very nearly free), and what a sight that is might I add but it's also January. In the UK. I get cold with three layers, let alone none, but he seems completely unphased as he looks right up to the window with a confident glance in my direction before leisurely walking back inside.
"Truth or dare?" I hear shouted from the stairs before he saunters inside. He grabs his trousers and puts them back on before walking over to sit next to me on the sofa topless. I'm not complaining.
"Truth." There's no way I'm giving him a chance to give me pay back for that.
"Are you attracted to me?"
"Is that a joke?" I ask, eyeing him up.
“No, I'm being serious."
"Yes, I'm attracted to you. You're bloody gorgeous, I'm pretty sure it would be impossible not to be,” I tell him honestly with a laugh.
