"It is the least you can do," Thalia told herself while busying herself in the kitchen, preparing their meal.
She had invited Travis to join her for an early dinner, thinking she owed him for standing by her side last night until he had walked her into her door.
She did not see a problem cooking for him since she was about to eat herself. Besides, she only planned to cook a simple dish. It was not like she was preparing a feast for a date.
"No. It is not a date." She reminded herself. She was just thankful, she reiterated.
But who was she kidding, thinking about the earlier incidents? First, there was last night, remembering how they ended up in each other's arms.
Then, earlier today, when she felt his arms around her for support. But it was not only that. She could not ignore how her eyes feasted on his bare chest and broad shoulders.
