-Dean-
“Here you go,” Cara said, setting another plate down in my room.
I couldn’t help but smile from my seat on the couch, positioned in front of a small fireplace that warmed the room and gave it a pleasant glow.
“Why do you keep insisting on bringing me my food?” I asked, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back on the couch.
“I don’t know. Why do you keep insisting on being a pain in the ass?” she shot back.
Her retort made me laugh, and I got up from my seat and walked over to her. She was getting better at holding her ground when I approached. She didn’t even flinch. It meant she was becoming more comfortable and relaxed around me, which was a positive sign.
“Come on, we both know this is just an excuse to see me,” I teased, leaning in closer.
She crossed her arms an
