Breaking The Ice Between Us
I stared.
Not because he’d brought food, but because he’d stayed.
Stayed.
“Why?” I blurted.
Captain tilted his head, setting the bag down on the little table near the kitchenette. “Why what?”
“Why are you… you brought food!”
Captain shrugged and reached into the bag, pulling out a wrapped sandwich and a bottle of water. “Relax. It’s not a marriage proposal. Just breakfast.”
“Breakfast,” I muttered.
“Yeah, breakfast after good sex,” he echoed with a smirk. “That’s our new podcast name, by the way.”