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“Chris, that was so good,” she whispers after a while, her arms wrapping around my sweaty back, our sweat sticking our bodies together.

“You really have nothing to compare it to,” I point out.

“Well, I was being nice. Take the compliment.”

We laugh a little before fading away into a nap.

Chapter Twenty Five

Hannah

I wake up before Chris does, sliding out from underneath his sweaty body so that he can keep sleeping while I cook him something to wake up to.

I feel so domestic, padding to the kitchen in Chris’ house wearing nothing but one of his shirts.

I’ve never had a serious boyfriend, and I’ve certainly never cooked for anyone. But, then, I’ve never had to slide out from underneath someone’s body to cook for him, either.

A little thrill zaps through me as I go through his cabinets, looking for his oil and pans and vegetables.

I settle on some carrots and potatoes, something easy to roast that I think will impress him. I do it the way he taught me,tossing them in oil and spices, tasting as I go. I try to do it all as quietly as possible so as not to wake him.

I look in on him, his arms spread out above him, his broad back shining in the daylight, his hair tousled from our fest.

Just seeing him brings a smile to my face. In this moment, I feel like I would do anything for him.

I toss a carrot to Lucy, and when she eats it, I offer her a couple more while I microwave her some eggs to put in a bowl next to a bowl of water. She crunches loudly, spitting splintered pieces of carrot all over the floor.

I slip a pan into the oven and go back to the couch to lie across Chris’ splayed body, wrapping my arms around him and under him, feeling his happy trail running down his stomach.

He stirs quietly, a little moan escaping him, before he turns over and yanks me toward him and on top of him. “Got you. Now you’re never getting up.”

I settle my face into his neck, inhaling deeply and smelling his scent, the fresh pine and the sweat mix that screams Chris to me.

“I won’t fight it.”

He pets my hair then runs his hand down my body until he gets to my ass, which he spanks. “You’re naked still?”

“Mmmhm. I didn’t feel like putting my clothes back on. Is that okay?”

“It’s more than okay, pretty baby.”

He wraps himself around me and holds me tightly.

I feel safe and like the smallest person in the world, something I’ve never felt before, given my tall frame.

“But, you know, if you don’t let me up, you won’t get your dinner.”

“My dinner? Are you cooking?”

“I am. Are you brave enough to try it?” I tease as he rocks me.

“Am I brave enough. Ha!” He props me back up on my feet and sits up himself, rubbing his eyes.

“I can’t wait to taste the culinary stylings of Hannah Jackson. If it’s anything like your art, I know it’ll be amazing.”

“Please, don’t raise your expectations so high. It’s easier to deliver if they’re low,” I beg, putting my hands together in a prayer.

He stands up and takes my hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world for me. “Let’s see,” he says.

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