Jenny looked over at Chris and smiled. They’d spent the whole day at home together, watching movies, cooking, talking. She was astounded that she was as relaxed and comfortable as she was. She hadn’t had a single moment of panic – not even when Chris’ hand accidentally brushed against hers as she handed him the plate of food she’d just dished out for him. She had jumped a bit at the shock of contact, but then she’d looked up into his warm eyes and it had passed.
Chris looked over at her now and smiled back.
“So,” he said. “I think I’ll start to get ready to turn in.”
Jenny glanced at the clock. “This your usual bedtime during the work week?”
“Yeah, mostly. I like to get up early and go to the gym before heading to the garage.”
“Huh.” Her eyes ran over his chest and shoulders in his wh
