Project Heartbreak
But his eyes were soft, just for me.
“Don’t clean too hard,” he said. “Save your energy for cooking. And... other things.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t suppress my grin. “Go. Be good.”
“Never,” he winked, and then he was gone, the door clicking shut softly behind him.
I stood there for a long moment, in the sudden quiet of my apartment.
Jax Ryder was coming back. For a homemade dinner in my apartment.
I had a lot to do. I grabbed my phone, a silly smile stuck on my face, and started making a grocery list.