Avery
“Peppermint?” he called from the kitchen when I closed the door.
“Sure.” Maybe we can do our taxes and meal planning while we’re at it, I thought with disappointment. s*x was off the table. So much for that dress I had picked out specifically because of the cleavage it gave me.
He had his back to me in the kitchen, pouring hot water into mugs, but when he turned, his gaze snagged on my bare legs. His t-shirt was big on me but still only came to my thighs.
His gaze darkened before he blinked it away and placed a mug in front of me.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
I stood there, biting my lip, debating whether I should ask. Cold air was brushing against my lady parts. I wasn’t used to going commando.
“What?” He raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”
“Do you—” My words broke off. I didn’t want
