Page 77 of What Started In Deception
He smiled as he untangled them. “I made us subs.”
She looked at their plates, where turkey, lettuce, and tomato subs sat next to small heaps of greens. “I see that.”
He took both plates, bringing them over to the stools at the island. “How about here?”
“Sure.”
They both sat down.
He looked at her as he picked up half of his sandwich. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”
She adamantly shook her head. Kissing Ty had made her feel many things—mostly notably, incredibly turned on—but uncomfortable didn’t make the list. “I think I should be asking you the same question. I sort of forced you into that.”
He raised his brow. “You definitely didn’t force me, Lyd.”
She exhaled a quiet breath, still trying to pull herself together. “Okay. Good.”
“So, kissing is on the table, then?”
She shrugged. “Not in the same way that we hold hands, but if it seems right in the moment, I’m not going to push you away.”
“That’s good to know.” He took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. “We’re going to need to go to the store if we’re eating dinner here.” He paused with his sandwich halfway to his lips. “I guess I should ask you if you even want me here for dinner.”
“You can stay.” She took a bite and chewed. “Are you—are you staying over?”
He shrugged. “I can. If it doesn’t bother you.”
She shook her head. “Last night was fine, and we’ll be sharing a bed for the next month, anyway, so it’s not really a big deal.”
He put his food back down. “I feel like it works to our advantage. Sleeping in the same bed pretty much locks us into ‘official couple’ territory.”
“That’s true.”
“And I learned something new about you today, which might not have happened if we hadn’t woken up together.”
She frowned. “What’s that?”
“Your egg chunk hang-up.”
She laughed as he grinned. “Picking those out is a perfectly reasonable thing.”
“If you say so, Lyd.” He tossed her a wink. “How do you feel about me bringing my stuff over here if we’re leaving in a couple of days anyway?”
She hesitated before she nodded. “Sure.”
“I don’t have to.”
Last night had certainly changed things between them. But it didn’t feel wrong. “You’re bringing it to the compound, so it’s the same difference.”
He nodded. “I’ll head over to my place and toss stuff into my bags.”
“I can help you. Then we can stop by the store.”
He shrugged. “Sure. It won’t take me very long.”
“Okay.” She pulled the pad of paper and pen that she always kept handy closer, ready to get back to life in Oliver Heights with Ty. “What do we need for the next couple of days?”
Chapter Eighteen
