In the end, we do a stir-fry thing with vegetables and good wine. It’s fun. I get why Beau always has people around him. It’s not just about his fame. He’s funny. He has great stories.
He’s unbelievably sexy.
You are such a groupie, I tell myself, dumping my dirty dishes into the sink. I turn on the hot water and reach for the soap, but Beau nudges me to the side. “You cooked,” he says. “I got this.”
I open my mouth to tease him about being shocked he knows how to clean up, but honestly? He’s been this considerate since I moved in.
Is this what you’re really like? I wonder, leaning against the counter and finishing my wine. If it is, I could get used to it.
Really used to it, if I’m being honest. There’s something relaxing about being with him, like I’ve stopped to rest after a lifeti
