I should start creating distance. There’s no way that Toby Jeffers will be willing to keep any of this up once we get back home.
I’ll be lucky if he keeps his sobriety.
And that is more important than any tryst going on between him and I.
“There’s this new coffee place I’ve been dying to try,” Aria says into the phone. “I hear they have amazing hot chocolate there. How’s that sound?”
My smile is weak when I answer.
“That sounds perfect.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Toby
Why did I do this?
Blowing out a breath, I knock on the panel separating me from Anna before I talk myself into turning around for the fourth time.
I have no idea if I did it right. I also don’t know if reheating it made it any worse.
Why the fuck did I do this?
“Go away, Toby,” she calls back, and I snort.
“I, uh … did something.”
It’s something alright. Something that I was hoping she’d come out and find me in the middle of doing so I wouldn’t have to stand here and explain.
I hear her tiny growl and her mumbled words moments before the door swings open, and I thrust my filled hand out to her.
She stands there in a baggy tee shirt she tied off on the side and a pair of yoga pants, staring at me with parted pink lips and a furrow to her brow.
Fuck, she’s sexy.
“What is this?” She doesn’t take it, just stares at it, so I lift higher.
“I made it.”
Anna’s brows furrow so deep, they meet in the middle, and yet she still doesn’t look away from it.
Like it’s going to jump out at her.
“Is it poisoned?”
Or that.
I chuckle. “No. Here,” I lift the large ceramic mug to my lips and sip, letting the chocolaty flavor coat my tongue. “See?”
She watches me wearily through narrowed eyes until I shrug.
Her eyes refuse to leave mine even when she lifts the mug to her own lips and takes a swig.
It’s not until the taste registers that she looks taken aback, her wide eyes landing on the cup in her grip.
“You made … hot chocolate?”
“Uh.” I brush my hands down my beard. “Yeah. Is it terrible? We were out of the packets, so I figured something else out.”