Jared asked me after I emerged from the shower.“I don’t know. What are you in the mood for?” I took the towel off my head and let my curls fall free around my shoulders.“Did you cut your hair?” he asked.“No, why?”“It looks shorter.”“Just because the curls make it shorter. When I blow it out and straighten it, it looks longer.”He reached out and softly tugged a strand and watched it bounce back. “I like it.”“Thanks.” I adjusted my towel as I realized I was pretty close to naked. “So.” I blew out a breath. “Dinner?”“Up to you. I’m easy.”“Nice to know.”“Not that easy.”“Too bad.” I stuck out my bottom lip. “Cheeseburgers?”“You want cheeseburgers? I figured our first date—”“Our first what?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Who said anything about a date?”“No, no.” He backpedaled. “I meant for the first time you and I”—he cleared his throat—“when I ate you out—”I drummed my fingers on the counter. “When you what now?”
