Luke puts his hand on my shoulder again and cuts my thoughts off. “Hey, it’s all good. No need to get flustered. Feel free to hit me up if you never want another dry spell.”
My dick twitches again.Feel free?I’m left standing there, trying to process how easily Luke dropped that generous-as-hell offer, and I’ll have to figure out if he’s being serious.
“So, uh, are we still going out?” he asks.
We already had sex, so is this his way of asking me to leave?
Luke turns back to me. “I’m still down if you are.”
I raise my eyebrows. My overthinking was wrong.
“Sure!” I try to stand up before realizing that my legs aren’t cooperating. “Give me a minute. Let me learn how to walk again.”
The corners of his eyes wrinkle, sending sparks through my chest. “We could order in if you’d prefer,” he says, placing my clothes next to me on the sofa. “I don’t know about you, but I’m winded.”
“Sounds good,” I mumble, and Luke pulls his phone out. He taps around before handing it to me as I’m halfway through putting my on, and I add an order of fish and chips.
When I give him the phone back, his t-shirt is already back on, and I miss the sight of his muscles already.
Stupid t-shirt.
“Everything should be here in around twenty minutes,” he says. “Want some water?”
“Yeah, that’d be great, thanks.” I take slow sips from the glass he hands me before darting into the hallway bathroom to freshen up.
It’s beenagessince someone left me sweaty and winded the way Luke did just then, and I’m not about to stink up the whole apartment. I splash some water on my face, give myself a once-over with a wet wipe from the pack in my pocket, and touch up my cologne.
Luke is plating the food when I leave the bathroom, and he motions for me to sit. He smirks at me when I slide my fish and chips over, and I raise a questioning eyebrow.
“Wow, Erik. Adventurous, much?” he teases, his words dripping with sarcasm.
Huh, Luke’s trying to chirp a hockey player. That’s a stupid move. Brave, but still stupid.
I roll my eyes before freezing—getting too snarky might make things awkward. “Hey, don’t knock me for playing it safe. What’d you get?”
“Uh, I’m not too sure,” Luke says, inspecting the unidentifiable mix in his bowl. “The description was for some kind of fusion dish, and I thought I’d try it.” He takes a bite.
Then Luke purses his lips as a smug grin spreads across my own.
“Is it good?” I ask, even though his expressions are rotating through the five stages of grief. That’s gotta be the funniest thing I’ve seen in ages.
“It’s interesting.” He thrusts his fork into the food, stirring the contents. “Can I try yours?”
Is he actually trying to snipe my fish? Not on my watch.
I swat his hand away as he comes for my plate with a fork. “What happened to being adventurous? Isn’t my food too basic for you?”
Luke retreats and eats another forkful from his plate, wincing as he swallows. “No, you don’t understand. I’ll trade a bite for a bite so you can see what I’m dealing with.”
I flick my eyes up for a second before I collect some of Luke’s food. I give the spoon a tentative sniff before eating, analyzing the flavor as I swallow. It’s a mildly spicy mixture of Korean, Thai, and Vietnamese, paired with some kind of noodle.
Interesting for sure, but I don’t mind it. That’s got to be healthier than what I got.
“It isn’t bad,” I say to Luke’s expectant gaze, which turns to surprise.
With a humored huff, I swap our plates. “You owe me one.”
He’s already digging in. “This is really good,” Luke mumbles between mouthfuls.
