“Let's pretend it's normal.”
“And how do we do that?
I grin. And wait.
She eyes me. “What? What is it?”
I widen my eyes. Flash my brows. “What's what?”
The eyes narrow. “You've got that look...”
“What look would that be?”
“You know what look.”
Oh, yeah…
I let my eyes travel over her. Let her see me doing it. “You know, you really do things for me like that.”
Charlotte sucks at her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse s**t into a barrow, and I do things for you?”
“Yeah, well, it's like when you're wearing your hard hat and steel-toed boots.” I move in closer, take the fork from her and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that too.” A hand on either hip, I nuzzle into the crook of her neck, nibbling.
“Yes, I remember. You bent me over a crate in your van...” She str
