#Chapter191
/"You know…. because I live with you and you rubbed off on me. You have made abrasive love an art form./" He winks, once again, sass in place of love sonnets and I eye roll.
/"Thanks. I feel so proud! …. About that…… Ummmmm. How much do you like your spare room?/" I finger the hem of my shirt nervously, pushed to do this now because it’s been on my mind and seems like a good topic to slot it in. Watching his strong shoulders move under that sexy fitted tee as he does the chef thing over there.
/"If you’re planning on a sex cave, or an Xbox room, then I am all for it./" He turns to me a little, cheekily smiling, leans in and kisses me, completely missing the subtlety of my hint.
/"I was thinking pink…. Maybe a lot of sparkle./" I blink at him nervously, watching as he goes and scoops the last of his pasta out of the water, into a colander thing and turns the heat off on the sauce. Preoccupied and not really getting the heaviness of my tone.
