Page 28 of From Drummer to Gamer
Staring at me.
My heart fluttered at that thought, but I toned it down. He could be looking at me for a million different reasons, right?
For example, I could have an annoying hair out of place or have food on my face, and he could be thinking what a dumb dork he ended up living with.
He certainly could not be staring at me because he admired the view, right?
The view was as ragged as it could get because I knew how I looked after I dragged myself out of bed. It was anything but cute.
“I can wash this up,” I offered just as we placed all the dishes in the sink.
“No, I’ll just put them in the dishwasher. I have a cleaner come up twice a week, so she’ll handle that.”
I scrunched up my nose as I peered at him. “It’s going to stink till then.”
He shrugged. “It usually doesn’t.”
“Trust me, it will. You can’t imagine all the bacteria collecting if you leave it like that.”
His eyes widened.Adorable.“Is it?”
“Yep.”
“I’ll do it then. You don’t have to,” he said, opening a counter as he retrieved a sponge and dish soap.
I stilled as I watched him pour half a bottle’s worth of soap on the sponge and turn the tap on full blast and run the sponge under it. The force of the water bounced off the plate, and bubbles and lather went flying everywhere.
“Fuck,” he cursed, rubbing the sponge all over the plate, which only made more of a mess.
I sprang into motion and turned off the faucet. I slowly brought my eyes to him. “You’ve never washed dishes, have you?”
“No,” he muttered.
“It’s okay.” I carefully took hold of the plate he was clutching in his hands. “I’ll do it. It’s no biggie.”
He reluctantly nodded.
Within minutes, I washed all the dishes, while he served as my good assistant, wiping them down and putting them all away.
“There finished,” I said, smiling. “Now we can relax.”
“Thank you,” he said. “Do you like coffee or tea? I’ll treat you to one,” he asked, propping his hip against the marble countertop.
“I like both, but I’m more of a soda person.”
“I don’t have any.”
“It’s alright. I’ll get some. I’m assuming you don’t cook as well?”
A faint flush tinted his cheeks. “No.”
“Figured. But don’t worry. Like I said, I’ll take care of that. I like to cook.”
It took a moment before he nodded. “Thank you.”
My lips curved into a wide smile. “I’ll go get the groceries in a few and whip something up. Do you like pasta?”
“I don’t mind.” He fished something out of his pocket. “Here, I wanted to give you this. You can use it for any house expenses or anything at all if you want.”
