[ She was not about to say three types of caviar- except she totally was.
It's oddly soothing, watching him work in her kitchen and a wicked little part of her brain tells her that she wouldn't mind seeing him here more often. Preferably in the morning, after he's spent the night and they've--
Yep, not going to go there.
Not right now anyway. ]
I suppose it is.
--But, um, please don't think that I eat that sort of thing every day.
[ Oh god. There is an ever so slight flush on her cheeks, mainly because she really isn't used to feeling this flustered around someone... and she actually really cares what he thinks of her. ]
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It's oddly soothing, watching him work in her kitchen and a wicked little part of her brain tells her that she wouldn't mind seeing him here more often. Preferably in the morning, after he's spent the night and they've--
Yep, not going to go there.
Not right now anyway. ]
I suppose it is.
--But, um, please don't think that I eat that sort of thing every day.
[ Oh god. There is an ever so slight flush on her cheeks, mainly because she really isn't used to feeling this flustered around someone... and she actually really cares what he thinks of her. ]