my stomach rumble. Rory had his back to me, and was stirring something at the stove. He was wearing a pair of jeans with a blazer. Why was he so dressed up? I looked over at the kitchen counter. There were two place settings and several candles lit. It looked so romantic.
That's why he didn't want more. He already had more with someone else. I blinked hard. My tears were imminent, but I couldn't cry. I was wearing too much eye makeup. I turned around to run back into my room.
"Keira."
I winced and pretended to close the door to my room when I was actually reopening it.
"Hi, Rory," I said and put on a fake smile. "It smells really good in here." I walked into the kitchen and leaned on the counter. Don't cry. Hold it together for just one more minute.
"I hope so."
"What's the special occasion?" I looked over at the table setting for two.
Rory poured a glass of wine and handed it to me. "I was just in the mood for more."
The way he said it made me gulp. That's what I had said I wanted instead of a one night stand. It was vague, and I didn't actually know what it meant, but more was what I wanted too. Is all of this really for me? I took a big sip of my wine. I didn't want to jump to any conclusions. I needed him to say it.
Instead, he took a sip of wine from his own glass and turned back to the stove.
I stood there awkwardly until I finished my glass of wine. It was hard not to admire his ass in those jeans. And he was wearing his usual v-neck t-shirt under his blazer. I could see every muscle in his chest. He looked so sexy. But it didn't seem like he was being sexy for me. I set my glass down on the counter next to him. Maybe he just meant he was hungry for more food than he usually had. "I have to get going. I'm going to be late."
"I think you should skip your date." His fingers brushed against my wrist. "Stay here tonight."
"What did you want to do?"
He lowered his eyebrows slightly. "You."
Holy shit.
"Wine, dinner, dessert." He locked eyes with me when he said dessert. "I think that counts as a date, right?" He lifted up my glass and poured me some more wine.
"Yes," I said breathlessly.
He grabbed a pan off the stove and walked over to the counter. He put pasta down on each plate and then the sauce, which is what I thought smelled so wonderful.
"Let me just make a call," I said. I pulled out my cell and scrolled through my contact list. Instead of clicking on anyone, I held the phone to my ear. After a few seconds I said, "Hey, Brian. I'm really sorry, but I have to cancel tonight." I paused for effect. "Something important." I looked up at Rory.
He smiled at me.
"Sorry again. Bye, Brian." I pretended to hang up. I put my cell back in my purse and dropped my purse on the counter. I walked over to Rory and he pulled out one of the chairs for me. This had to be a dream. How had this really worked so well?
Rory grabbed something out of the oven and kicked the oven closed with his foot. My mouth started watering. It wasn't the sauce that smelled so good. It was the chicken. He put a piece on each of our plates and sat down next to me.
"Rory, this looks so good."
He smiled at me as I took a bite.
"Oh my God. This is literally the best thing that's ever been in my mouth."
He laughed. "You mean one of the best." He raised his left eyebrow.
I swallowed hard. Is he referring to his cock? If he was, he wasn't wrong.
"So, just four?" he asked as he twirled some pasta around his fork.
"Yeah, four."
"Four is a pretty good number."
"It is a pretty good number."
"Maybe it should stay there then."
He's asking me out. I took another bite of chicken. No, he's asking me not to sleep with anyone else. Is there a difference? "What is your number?"
"More than four." He smiled at me.
"You've slept with more than four women since you've moved in."
He laughed. "Yeah. Well, it's been harder living with you than I anticipated."
What did he mean by that? Did he really mean that living with me made him horny all the time?
"You look amazing