Honey rose from the couch, following Grayson into his kitchen. The space was modern with all stainless steel and dark granite, but warm light made it feel inviting. He was already unpacking containers, the rich aromas filling the air, making her realize just how hungry she was.
"Plates are in that cabinet," he said, nodding toward the upper cupboard beside the sink.
She reached up, stretching to grasp the dinner plates. As she did, her blouse rode up slightly, and she felt Grayson's gaze on the exposed strip of skin at her waist. She wasn’t sure how she knew he was watching. But his gaze was like a physical touch.
"You're staring," she said without turning around.
"Can't help it." His voice held that familiar heat. "Seeing you in my kitchen, in my home... it feels right."
Honey set th
