"She's not that bad," Jared replied, with an easy smile that hinted at his appreciation for her quirks. She rarely cooked, but why would she need to when he was there? He liked the thought of taking care of her in these little ways.
Alex's amused gaze flicked over Jared, and he took a half step back, his expression exaggeratedly nonchalant. "Relax, man. I'm not interested in her," he said, a hint of a smirk lifting one corner of his mouth. Jared barely had a moment to feel any kind of relief before Alex leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially and letting his eyes flick down to Jared's towel. "You're more my type."
Jared's hand instinctively tightened around the towel as his heart skipped a beat, a laugh caught somewhere in his chest. For a moment, he was speechless, torn between laughing at the absurdity and wondering if Alex was serious. But before he could respond, he heard Jerica's voice call out from the room.
