"Wait a minute!" I put a hand against his chest. "I didn't say yes. In fact, no."
"What do you mean, 'no'?"
He was looking at me in confusion, the apron half pulled off over his head, the cupcakes cooling on the rack beside him mixing with his scent and overwhelming me with delicious smells.
Yes, what do you mean no, Elena? Are you crazy?
His eyes cleared in realization. "Elena, I meant spend the night on the couch. What did you think I meant?"
I felt stupid, but gestured at the apron which he was still removing.
"Oh." He paused and thought. Then he smiled.
"Okay, yes, I admit it probably looked like I was stripping right now in front of you but I promise I'm a more subtle lover."
I nodded, mute, thinking maybe it wasn't such a horrible thing if he stayed after all. He sensed my v
