Chapter 12 We Want Each Other
- Sorry,” I mumble, taking another bite when he holds the sandwich to my mouth, followed by a spoonful of perfectly heated tomato soup. “I forgot to take my bag from the trunk of my car. I don’t have a change of…”
- “Panties. Don’t worry, I noticed.” He swallows. “I’ll wash your dress and…underwear, so you have them for tomorrow.”
- This poor man is just trying to do the right thing by me. And all I can do is try to drive him crazy. I’m not going to stop—I don’t think I’m physically capable of stopping—but maybe he deserves a little break.