"You like my words?" She nodded, her fingers playing with my hair. I dipped my head to kiss her, bit her bottom lip that I couldn't get enough of. "I do," she said. "Let's start with your physical attributes. I really, really like your hair. And your eyes. And your nose. And the way you bite your lip or your knuckles when you're excited or just because. And your hard back muscles. Don't forget about your forearm muscles. The sexy veins. And your hot body. And..." I laughed. "You are hungry." "Well, make me something to eat then, chef." "All right. You have to let go of me first." "Make me," she said. I sucked my bottom lip in my mouth and stared at her. Her eyes widened. So she remembered that, didn't she? "Okay, okay," she let out a nervous laugh, placed her hands on my chest and nudged me back. "Sorry, that wasn't an invitation. Food first, food." "Fine." I kissed her again before releasing her. I turned the lights on in the kitchen, then walked to the counter where I placed the plastic bags containing the stuff I bought for her at the service station and rummaged through it. "I don't know if you remember but I don't eat pork. Or beef. Or..." she raised her brows when I turned and looked at her. She pounded a fist on her chest. "Vegetarian lady here." "Of course, I remember." I turned back to the groceries and pulled out the items and placed them on the counter. "I got you three cartons of eggs and a loaf of bread at the store." "Aw." She let out a slow, sweet sigh behind me. "Wait, three? How long were you planning on keeping me here?" she laughed. A happy sound that made me smile. She was so damn cute. "Any cheese?" "They didn't have any. You like cheese?" When she didn't reply, I turned to look at her again. "I love cheese. That time when you and I... in the bathroom. I just had the veggie lasagna from the cafeteria that day. It happens every time." I laughed softly. I didn't think I'd ever forget that. "Why do you eat it then?" "Are you kidding? It's so freaking good it's worth the pain. I'm going to die some time in the future and I don't want to say I missed out on the good stuff." I shook my head at her then went to find a pan. I normally didn't cook but I knew I bought one for emergencies. I stored it here somewhere. "So... that girl in the bathroom. Was she the same girl who kissed you in the hallway?" "I haven't had sex since I met you." "Good. You want a medal?" "I think I deserve one." She smirked. "I don't know about you, but I don't like to share," she said. Her voice stern. "You mean me? "Of course, you." I grinned. Good. "Would you share me? The way you glared at Thomas probably scarred the poor guy for life." Share her? What the f uck did she think? The thought made me want to punch something. I slammed the cupboard closed. Harder than I meant to. "Thomas." "Calm down, Wolverine. No growling. He's a good guy. A friend," she added quickly when I scowled. "Just a friend." I found the pan in one of the bottom cupboards. I placed it on the stove, turned the dial on low heat, poured oil just enough to cover the pan. Where the hell is the spatula? Friend, my ass. I opened drawers, slammed them closed. "Men and women can't just be friends." "Yes, they can," she insisted. Exasperated, I glared at her over my shoulder. "We typically don't spend time with women we don't want to have sex with." Where the hell was the damned spatula? "Gross. And that's not true for every guy." She narrowed her eyes at me. "Is that the only reason you want to spend time with me?" "Of course not, but it's one reason. I want to sleep with you." She scoffed behind me. I opened the same cupboard I opened the first time. It was there. Dammit. I went back to the counter, grabbed a bowl and cracked an egg too hard. I sucked at cooking. I sucked at it more when I was distracted, and she was one hell of a distraction. I was already pulling a bunch of cracked shells out of the egg white. "Sharing you with another guy?" I growled. "Over my dead f ucking body." I glared at her over my shoulder. She was grinning. She liked that, didn't she? I narrowed my eyes. I could see on her face there was no arguing with her about her friend though. I went back to cracking eggs. Damn shitty convenience shitty store shitty eggs. "I like your honesty, but your argument about guys and girls can't just be friends is invalid. Error 404," she said. I brooded for a moment. "I think about you all the f ucking time." I froze when she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind. So unexpectedly. So suddenly. Then I relaxed and smiled when she rested her cheek on my back, rubbed like a cat.