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My stomach growled again, extra loudly, as if to emphasize my lie.
“Nope.” He swept me off my feet, holding me to his chest as he carried me out to the kitchen. I was a little out of it after the sex, and it took me a minute to reorient myself.
We were at his cabin.
Right.
Big windows, more overly-modern furniture.
“I’ll never get used to all the square-shaped chairs,” I mumbled against Bash’s shoulder.
He chuckled. “I know. They’re cold and boring, right?”
“I don’t think I said it exactly like that...”
“You did.
I grimaced. “Sorry. That was rude.”
“Don’t apologize. I like that you tell me how you really feel. I’m shitty at guessing games.”
“Me too.” I leaned my forehead against his neck, closing my eyes at the soft, familiar comfort. “You really don’t have to cook for me, though. It’s probably the middle of the night.”
“It’s a little after two AM. I’m just going to boil some pasta. It’s not a big deal.”
“You’re probably going to make sauce from scratch to go over it, though,” I grumbled.
His chuckle told me I was right.
“The easiest sauce you know,” I warned.
“Alright, baby.” He kissed my temple, then set me down on my ass on the countertop.
I leaned my head against the cabinets, lifting my bare feet up to rest on the expensive stone beneath me. I’d put on my typical sleep shirt and a thong, but it wasn’t like I felt exposed when the only one with me was Bash.
His hands brushed my skin every time he passed me to grab ingredients or otherwise work on the food. He stroked my knee on his way to fill the pot with water. He squeezed my calf when he reached behind me to grab a spoon. The backs of his fingers grazed my nipple as he stepped past me to pull out a saucepan.
I had never felt loved like that before.
Or important like that.
My eyes stung as I watched him move, touching me every chance he got just because he wanted to.
When his gaze lifted to me, he frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I wiped away a few tears.
“Obviously it’s not nothing.” He dropped his spoon and abandoned both his pasta and the butter he’d started melting.
“It’s silly,” I said, wiping my eyes.
“I like silly.”
I tried to scowl, but mostly failed. “You do not.”
He took my face between his hands, his grip gentle. “Tell me.”
“It’s just…” I bit my lip. “I’m in love with you, Bash. I know it’s too soon, but I’ve never felt like this before. It’s overwhelming,but it feels right at the same time. I’ve never felt this safe, secure, or happy before.”
