Page 78 of Lorcan
He laughed. “If you can manage to eat with the plug in place, then by all means, let’s eat.” He eyed the paws.
I nodded.
His smile lit my insides. He dipped a fried shrimp in tempura sauce and held it out for me to nibble.
The flavor hit my tongue, and I moaned as I sank my teeth into the juicy shrimp.
He double dipped, giving me more sauce.
I savored the last bite. “This is going to be a very slow meal.”
“We have all night.”
He might say that, but it was well past seven. My mornings started way earlier than his, but he liked to get up with me and make breakfast for us while I got ready.
Stephen had never done anything like that for me. Ever.
And you’re going to stop thinking about him.Was I sad he was dead? Sure. Had he been dead to me for two years? Also, yes.
“Some broccoli?” Cody held a fork with the green vegetable dripping with sauce.
I nodded.
He grinned.
And that was the way the rest of the meal went. We didn’t speak much, and we consumed a huge amount of food. I hadn’t believed myself hungry—what with the queasy stomach.In retrospect, that had probably been because I was tired and starving. Once I started eating, everything settled.
Well, and the blow job had probably helped as well.
Stress relief and all that.
When we’d consumed almost everything on our plates, he rubbed his belly.
I gave an approving, “Woof.”
Cody laughed. A full-throated belly laugh. “Yes, woof.” He organized the plates. “I’ll just put the leftovers in the fridge. Plenty for you to take to work tomorrow.”
Considerate. As always.
“Woof.”
He cocked his head.
I jiggled my ass.
“Oh, you want some rump rubs? I can accommodate that.” He rose. “I’ll hurry back.”
“Woof.” I grinned as he left the room.How fucking lucky am I? I always wanted to be a puppy. And now I am. With this amazing man who didn’t hesitate to come to the cop shop to defend me.I blinked.Jesus, don’t cry.
Yeah…but I think I love him.
It’s been two weeks.
But I’d love to just stay forever.
We’d sort of talked about me moving a few more of my things here. But we hadn’t used terms likemoving in. I couldn’t very well ask—this was his home. I would be the intruder.
Except I also dreaded going back to my drafty studio apartment with the view of the back alley.
