11Topper sighed as she watched Stark take the last bite of his food. She’d made two giant steaks and he’d eaten one and a half of them. When he set down his fork, he made the same happy growling noise he’d made when they were doing something fun in bed together.
Her face flamed at all the things she’d done with him and all she wanted to do again. Topper imagined her face would turn pink over sexy thoughts of Stark until the day she died.
“How long have we known each other? Has it really been just a couple days?” she asked.
Stark smiled. “Is this a verbal sparring trap? I say it feels like I’ve known you forever and you then have a reason to get angry at me? I studied the nuances of your language before I came to Earth, but you surpass my studies with every conversation.”
Topper giggled
