“But seriously, you were great, Corrie. I don’t know what I would have done without you, with my parents so far away.”
“It’s the least I could do. You and me… we’re forever, even if… we’re not married anymore.”
His face falls, and I instantly wish I could take the words back. I completely ruined the mood. “Well, thanks for making my favorite meal,” I say, attempting to quickly change the subject. “It was delicious.”
His smile is impish when he says, “I also bought your favorite dessert.”
My eyes grow wide. “Key lime pie?”
“Yes,” he confirms with a wide grin. “But… you know, I paid for it… it’s my pie, and I’m not sure I want to share.”
I shake my head. “You haven’t changed. Still bribing me with dessert. What do you want this time?” I ask playfully. “I already gave you some action today. You want a foot rub? A blow job?”
He laughs. “Well, as skilled as you are at both of those things, all I want is a kiss.”
I smile. “Just a kiss? Nothing more? We can’t be doing this, Jacob. We can’t be falling into bed every day. We need to let each other go.”
His gaze pulls away. I hate when his eyes are sad. “Yeah, just a kiss.”
“Just a peck,” I clarify. “A thank you peck.”
“Ten seconds,” he counters.
I smile — he’s such a good negotiator. “Closed mouth.”
“Thirty seconds,” he counters.
“Deal.”