Spinning away, I raced barefoot from the room and hurried to the kitchen, where I pulled eggs and bacon from the refrigerator before turning on the stovetop to heat a skillet.
“I don’t mean to brag,” Brick called through the apartment from my bedroom as I began to scramble the eggs. “But I know how to cook two meals.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes, then called back, “Oh, do you?”
“Yep. So I guess that means the next two nights are taken care of, food-wise.”
I paused before popping some bread in the toaster so I could draw in a deep breath. So he planned on seeing me again and cooking for me, did he? I knew I shouldn’t read too much into that.
This was new. We were just having a good time. Just because he always mentioned future things with me did not mean he was into any kind of commit
