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He put the noodles down and collected the clothing bag while she continued to eat and watch him

“Here” He tossed the bag on the seat next to her, hoping it would distract her fro

She put down her beef and he went back to eating his noodles and standing around like a lame-ass

As soon as she pulled out the first dress, he kneas forgiven for being late back horill his blue-blood

“Oh, Peirce,” she whispered, running a hand over the simple fabric He’d worried that all the clothes would be too plain for her taste, but thein her eyes said otherwise “This is why you were late? You did this for me?”

“I didn’t want you going out on your own” His embarrassment was a surprise

“Thank you,” she said in that same low tone, but her voice was throatier

“Sure”

Tension broken, they finished dinner together in mutual silence She helped him clean up—a misnomer, since all they had to do was throw the leftovers in the fridge and trash the empty containers She stood aardly in the kitchen for ato ask hi

“Need anything?”

“Do you have an extra blanket? A pillow?”

“Yeah”

“If you don’tto sleep on the couch”

“Well, that’s a problem”

Her eyes widened “It is?”