Page 57 of Fierce-Hyde

Her head went back and forth. She didn’t have plans to do anything more than get some food and clean her apartment.

She wouldn’t be a coward and make anything up.

Maybe it’d be nice for them to spend more time together and see what it was they had or where this could go.

“Depends,” she said.

“On what?”

“What is going on with us? When I sleep with someone, I’m exclusive. I should have said that first, but you know, the cow was let out of the barn before it was milked.”

He burst out laughing. “That’s an appropriate description. And despite what you might think of me, I don’t sleep around when I’m with someone else. Not sure how many times I have to defend myself.”

She put her hand on his chest to stop him. “Don’t defend yourself. I’d say that statement to anyone I was dating.”

“Are we dating?” he asked. “Is that what you’re asking?”

“I guess that is a word for it,” she said. “I’m trying not to put a name on it.”

“I’d think it’s more than dating. It feels it to me,” he said. “But I’m exclusive and I’d like to spend the day with you. I’d like us to slide into something more than enemies and sometimes lovers.”

She nodded. “I can be on board with that,” she said.

“Good,” he said, throwing the covers back. “Let’s take a shower.”

“Huh?” she asked.

“A shower. I start my day with one. Don’t tell me you only shower at night because you missed it last night and I’d rather not think of being in a relationship with someone who goes more than twenty-four hours without showering.”

If he wasn’t wrinkling his nose adorably at her she might have caught on first that he’d said relationship.

She bypassed that comment. “I shower every morning and normally at night. I missed mine last night. I was a bit distracted. Though I’m not a fan of putting clothes on two days in a row.”

Her shoulders gave a shiver over the thought of it.

“It’s only to leave my place,” he said. “We can go to yours and you can show me where you live, then change, and we can think of something fun to do.”

“And get some food,” she said. “I’m starving.”

“How about I make us breakfast?” he asked. “You shower and do what you need to. There is an extra toothbrush in my closet somewhere. You should be able to find it. I’m pretty neat. I’m all for sharing lots of things, but toothbrushes are a firm no for me.”

She almost gagged. Nope, couldn’t hold it back. She did.

“Firm no here,” she said. “Breakfast sounds good.”

She picked up her clothes and went into his bathroom off his bedroom and peed first. She was so distracted by their conversation and being next to him in bed that her bladder was screaming loud enough at her to do her business.

Then she opened the bathroom closet, grabbed a towel, found the toothbrush, and looked around at a few more things. Not being nosy, just that it was all there in front of her.

He was a neat person.

She liked that, as she was too.

She turned the shower on when she was done with her teeth, then climbed in under the hot spray. She wasn’t thinking about not washing her hair and just dunked it under the spray impulsively.

Her body felt soothed and she decided to stay there for a minute.

When she reached for his shampoo, she noticed it was an all-in-one with conditioner. Not many men used that and it might explain why his hair was so soft.

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