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He nods, opening the box of spaghetti and fiddling with the cardboard.
“I can’t fix them, and the sad truth is that I’m better off without them. Happier.”
“Good.”
He smiles slightly, and I smile back.
“I’m happier without her too.”
We share a smile, and he goes back to cooking.
“I like your house,” I tell him, and he grins over his shoulder at me.
“Thanks. I need to finish the tour later.”
“After dinner,” I say, and he nods.
I watch him move around the kitchen, and I can feel my core clenching as he stirs the spaghetti and bends to grab a baking tray for the garlic bread. There’s something so sexy about seeing him cook for me.
I take another sip of wine before I stand and move to his side.
“Here, let me help with that,” I say, grabbing the jar of spaghetti sauce.
“No, I’ve got it,” he says, trying to take the jar back from me.
The only problem is that I had already opened the lid, and when he grabs it, I end up holding the lid as the spaghetti sauce spills all over my dress, shoes, and the floor between us.
“Shit, Mira! I’m so sorry,” Townes apologizes as he sets the jar aside and reaches for some paper towels.
“It was an accident,” I say, taking the paper towels and trying to wipe up the sauce.
“That’s going to stain. Let me wash it for you. You can take a shower and borrow some of my clothes,” he tells me.
“That would be good, thanks.”
I follow him upstairs and down the hallway to his room. As soon as I step inside, I freeze.
“Are you painting in here?” I ask him as I spot the half-finished walls.
“Oh, yeah. I just… thought that it needed a change.”
I stare at the freshly painted green walls and try not to read too much into it.
He leads me into the bathroom and sets clean towels on the vanity.
“I’ll throw your clothes in the wash once you’re done. Just let me know if you need anything,” he says, and I nod.
“Sure, thanks.”
He nods and leaves the bathroom and I take a deep breath, step out of my shoes and pull off my dress. I try to rinse off the sauce in the sink and then leave the dress to dry on the counter.
I turn the shower on and try not to think about the fact that I’m about to be naked in Townes’ house.
The water pressure is amazing, and I moan as I let the warm water wash over me. I grab his body wash and scrub off the spaghetti sauce from my legs and feet. I rub the soap over my breasts and bite my lip as a wave of lust slams into me at his scent on me.
I shut the water off, trying to get my libido under control as I wrap a towel around my body. I dry off, but as the cotton rubs against my heated skin, I find myself having a naughty thought.
I could walk out to Townes in just his towel. I wonder what he would do? Would he make a move on me? Do I want him to?
