Chapter Eight

It was too bad really. All that potential.

Kim had many flaws, but in the sexy times department, she was definitely a giver. And boy oh boy, did she want to give—to him.

“Everything okay?” he called out from the living room.

“Coming!” she replied, wishing it were true.

Dirty thoughts, Kim.

“Oh my god! Is that food?”

Kim would have been embarrassed by her reaction, but she smelled burgers and fries, and her stomach positively roared in anticipation.

“Yeah. I, uh, also brought this. It’s not much, but it was all that was open on the way.”

He shrugged, but she was practically dancing across the room. She grinned, taking in the two place settings that were loaded with fast-food burgers and fries. He’d also brought a six-pack of soft drinks and had them on the table as well.

“Awww, honey, you shouldn’t have,” she teased, batting her eyelashes.

“I’ll do some real cooking in the morning,” he said, but she was already sitting down and shoving a French fry in her mouth.