““Honestly, I didn't expect anything. I didn't plan on standing in your penthouse kitchen this morning." A grin splits his face. "But you are." Keeping the smile, he sticks his tongue through his teeth. "Yeah, I am." I beam up at him. "You stay'n in my kitchen?" he asks, his face moving closer. "I thought we are seeing how things go?" I press my hands to his chest, sliding my arms up to his shoulders. "I'll just take that as a yes.””
