Thane arrived twenty minutes later, wearing a pair of black warm-up pants and a white T-shirt. His hair was slightly damp and hung to his shoulders, behind his ears. As he stepped past me, I could smell a hint of the aftershave from earlier and found it even more appealing.
“I didn’t know you owned a g*n,” I replied, staring at the case in his hand.
He set it on the kitchen counter. “We’ve only known each other for a few days. There’s a lot you don’t know about me. Or, hell, maybe you know more than you’re letting on,” he said, his lip curled up to the side.
“What do you mean? I asked, searching his eyes, not sure if he was teasing or if he was irritated about earlier. It certainly made everything a little more awkward.
“Nothing,” he said, lowering his eyes to the case. Thane opened it
