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I opened the bags and tried to effectively push Shawn out of my mind.
The groceries I grabbed from the store were enough for the meal I was going to cheerfully prepare for Angelo. Along with other things to fill my refrigerator. It was time for me to stop surviving off ice cream and chips. I did grab a pint in case I needed to run it back though. I couldn’t be too sure my bad days were behind me. Not with Angelo going to training camp soon.
When the topic came up in my office I wanted to crawl under my desk. I watched enough football growing up to know how the game was played. Not enough to know what happened during the off season. I wanted details. To know what life would be like for him. But I couldn’t face any of those details telling me our time together would end abruptly.
Not with days like that one. Where he surprised me with lunch, and a moment I wouldn’t be able to forget. The kiss in my office was something I watched in a movie. Something I never imagined could or would ever happen with me. It was dangerously pleasurable. Worth every snicker I heard after he left that afternoon.
Lora Leigh made a few comments in passing aboutthe mystery man.Until the only male staff member corrected her and said, “He’s no mystery.” To everyone’s surprise, he added, “That was the newest member of the Phoenix Fury, Angelo Isaac. And if I’m lucky, Dr. Hayes will shoot me a couple of tickets to the game.”
Not only did I ignore Lora Leigh, but I also ignored Dr. Tony. Tickets to the game would mean that me and Angelo could make it past training camp. And I wasn’t sure that would be the case.
I sighed. “Today.” Reminding myself that I couldn’t get caught up in anything else. I rummaged through the bags until I found the rice, onions, and bell pepper. Everything sat on the counter ready to chop when I heard the doorbell. “Shit.” I looked at the clock on the microwave. “On time.”
The smothered chicken I had in mind would take a while to cook. I walked to the front door and opened it with a smile. It grew even wider when I saw the bouquet of roses in his hand.
“Roses until I learn your favorite flower.”
I raised them to my nose and said, “Thank you.” I walked him to the back of the house. As I found a vase I shared, “I am a fan of dahlias.”
His eyes stretched and I thought he would tell me he never heard of it. Instead, he said, “Dahlias.” He gasped. “Thought we established last night you were afan of mine?”
I walked over to him and placed a hand near his dimple. “Definitely that.”
He leaned down and placed his lips on mine. I could have told him I was a fan of those too. But any longer in the kiss and we wouldn’t have a homemade dinner on the table.
“I better get started.”
“Need help?”
I bit the edge of my thumb and watched him.
“What?” His eyes narrowed as he leaned against the counter. “You don’t like people in the kitchen with you?”
“Quite the opposite, actually.” I smiled. “Not sure if it matters to tell you this, but acts of service is my love language.”
His face twisted up like I was speaking Greek. “Run that by me again.”
I started cutting the vegetables and explained, “There are five. Love languages.”
He leaned against the counter beside me. Watching my hands move across the cutting board.
“Acts of service, it’s like when people do something for you. It fills my love tank.” Shawn wasn’t interested in my love language. At least that’s the way it seemed most times.
“Whatever that is, but all I have to do is do something for you.”
I corrected, “And that’s not like buying stuff. ’Cause that’s another love language. Receiving gifts.”
“Hmm… what are the others?” He seemed interested in anything I shared. Even as he proclaimed, “That one. Physical touch. Feel me up all day.” He winked.
I laughed. “Noted.” I wouldn’t mind filling his tank. I couldn’t keep my hands off him. His body was something worth admiring, and a blessing to touch. The curves in his muscles, although strong, were covered in the softest skin. “I won’t think about that much now or we won’t be eating anytime soon.”
He joked, “What I want to eat is already prepared.” He stood behind me and waited until the knife stopped moving before he kissed my neck. “This meal right here prepared by a master chef. Not skimping on any seasonings, it’s healthy, and the best thing to ever cross my lips.”
I retorted, “Ever?”
He nibbled my ear and assured me, “I said what I said.”
“Wait till you taste what I’m cooking up for you.” I pointed to the TV in the living room. “How about you turn on the TV while I get everything started.”
