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and turned back to see if April was still frozen to the spot by the window where I had almost kissed her.
    Which, I really almost had. It took a massive amount of restraint for me to not lean in and close the distance, but something in the back of my mind warned me that it was too early. I needed to wait—to play my trump card. So, I opted to wait and focus on satisfying my other hunger.
    Lucky for me, her kitchen seemed decently stocked. I didn’t see enough meat in her freezer for my liking, but I could always ask her later to go out and get some. In the meantime, eggs would work. Anything with protein, really.
    April had moved to the couch and was staring off into space, so I interrupted her zoning and asked, “Do you want any eggs? They’re just boiled.”
    She looked up and shook her head. “No thank you. I’ve got leftover take-out from yesterday.”
    Even though her words implied she was intending to eat, she didn’t move to get up from the couch. It took me a moment to realize that she was likely going to wait until I was finished before she made her food and when it finally came to mind, I rolled my eyes and went back to the fridge.
    “What are you doing?”
    I ignored the question. I had pulled out the half-empty boxes of Chinese and emptied them onto a plate when I finally felt her approach.
    “Jared. What. Are. You. Doing? ”
    I lifted the plate into the air and gave her an incredulous look. “What the hell does it look like? I’m warming up your food.”
    “But why? ”
    “Would you prefer it to be cold?”
    She frowned. “That’s not what I meant.”
    I smiled and side-stepped around her, placing the plate carefully in the microwave and pressing the buttons to start it before I turned and said, “I know, sweetness. But since you didn’t seem in a rush to do it yourself, I figured I’d do it for you. You’re welcome, by the way.”
    The look on her face was priceless—like she wasn’t sure whether she should thank me or slap me. I bit back the laughter I could feel coming on and steered the conversation away.
    “Since I’m doing something so nice for you, you should probably sit down and eat with me.”
    April didn’t move from her spot, but the puzzled frown left her face and her eyes snapped up to mine. “So that’s it? You’re making me food so I’ll eat with you?”
    “Maybe,” I admitted with a small smile. “I’d appreciate the company.”
    She was primed to flee, even going so far as to glance behind her at the door of her apartment. I was willing to bet that she was inventing imaginary lunch plans in her head—anything she could say to get out of having to look me in the eye. It was fine by me if she wanted to play it that way, but I hoped she knew I was prepared to call her on her bullshit.
    To my surprise, it didn’t come to that. She just gave a jerky nod of her head and sat down at the tiny kitchen table to wait. When the microwave dinged, I took her plate and placed it in front of her before I moved back to drain the water from the pot and get my eggs out.
    “I need a fork. I’m assuming you already know where they are since you’re so curious .”
    “That I do, princess,” I agreed, reaching for her utensil drawer and grabbing the fork for her.
    “You know, you really should own up to what you really are.”
    I raised a brow as she took the offered fork. “And what is that?”
    “Nosy as fuck.”
    She popped a piece of chicken into her mouth and smirked right as I burst out laughing. It wasn’t the first time someone called me nosy, but it was the first time I heard it coming from a woman who wasn’t my mother. Thinking back though, there wasn’t a single time I could recall going through a woman’s belongings. When I went home with a woman, I’d fuck her and leave. I never cared enough to bother.
    The thought would have been alarming on its own, but I knew it was likely just because this was the first time I was actually staying with a woman. Not only