Page 59 of The Boyfriend Hypothesis
“We could have a lot of outstanding sex in a month.”
“Is that so?” His thumb stroked the inside of her palm, sending a shiver of goose bumps over her skin.
“Sure, why not?”
He was quiet for a moment. “You don’t think it’ll make it worse?”
She lifted her head and rested her chin on his chest. “What could possibly be worse about getting to have lots more sex?”
His fingers combed through her hair. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t have anywhere else to be tonight, do you?”
“No.”
“How about tomorrow?”
“Not until work on Monday.”
“Sounds to me like we’ve got plenty of time.” She smiled coyly. “Unless you’re too tired?”
He let out an amused breath. “Give me five minutes.”
“Perfect!” She brushed a kiss across his lips as she pushed herself upright. “I’m going to pee. Don’t go anywhere.”
“Hungry?” Caleb asked when Penny’s stomach let out an ear-splitting growl an hour later.
They were still recovering from their second go-round, and he was lying with his head on her belly, so the untimely squawk had occurred right into his ear.
“I guess so.” She was starving, now that she thought about it. She hadn’t eaten since lunch six hours ago, and two rounds of sex burned a lot of calories. According to her fitness tracker app it was actually only seventy-two calories for every fifteen minutes, but it felt like she and Caleb had burned a lot more. Her app also claimed an average load of male ejaculate had five calories, which she would definitely be leaving off today’s food log.
Penny nearly offered to get up and cook dinner for both of them, until she remembered that was what the old Penny would have done. She’d vowed not to mother the men in her life anymore—not that Caleb was in her life, exactly. He was just passing through. But still. Now was as good a time as any to start building better habits.
“Do you have eggs?” he asked, propping himself up on one elbow. “I can make us omelets.”
Her mouth fell open in shock. “You can cook?”
“I can cook omelets,” he said with a shrug. “Why do you look so surprised?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever known a man who could cook before.”
“How do they feed themselves?”
“When I’m not around? I honestly don’t know. Pizza and frozen dinners I think.”
“Well, I can’t afford that.” He dropped a kiss on her stomach before rolling out of bed and reaching for his underwear. “It was either learn to cook for myself or starve, and starving seemed like even less fun than cooking.” He pulled his underwear up and bent to kiss her on the lips. “I’ll find something to make us,” he said, and padded out of the room.
Penny went to the bathroom and put on her bathrobe before following him into the kitchen. She found him bent over, digging through the contents of her fridge, and she leaned against the counter to watch, wishing she could take a picture to preserve the moment for eternity. Would that be wrong? Her phone was just in the living room—
“What is this?” He pulled out a plastic container and shook it at her.
“Shredded chicken.” She tiptoed to the coffee table and grabbed her phone.
“Can I use it?”
“Sure.” Back in the kitchen, she made sure her volume was off and opened the camera app.
“Do you have any green onions?”
